[NicknamedBob]

The Hill

I remember, long ago, when all was up from me,
My eyes grew tired of looking up, my feet from being raised,
And plodding forward, step by step, in search of being praised.

The grown-ups were so tall back then, and my ambition small,
They were around me constantly, to lift me when I’d fall,
And set me back upon my path, my stumbling mimicry,

Of what I saw around me in the valley of my youth,
So slowly did I climb my way onto a higher plane,
Where things seemed slightly evener, though harder to explain.

My legs grown longer, now I had to lengthen out my mind,
Encompassing dimensions that I never thought I’d find,
I hardly noticed when the challenge changed, in truth.

Till I was looking ‘round upon a plane of endless wonder,
And stretching out my hand to hold it tight,
Aware somehow that there was something they called night.

A darkness that came falling like a snowflake or a leaf,
An idle drifting gentleness to dispense a gentle grief,
That left the summer colder, in embarrassment and blunder.

For long and long I strode about, while looking far and wide,
Absorbing all that came my way and more I went to find,
Stuffing up the pockets that I made inside my mind,

And treasuring the twigs and tatters that I filed,
In categories varied but with logic so compiled,
That every puzzle piece was fitted once inside.

With hesitance I note that things are changing once again,
The slope is getting steeper as I scan,
My area around me now that I’ve become a man,

But now the road behind me is the higher as I stride,
With a burgeoning momentum like a tide,
And landscapes rise to bar my gaze and ken,

Descending, yes descending, I can see that is the way,
Perhaps there will be rest when I arrive,
Reward perhaps that I was diligent to strive,

Or recognition that I served a purpose well,
Perhaps my story isn’t even mine to tell,
Except that it is all I have to say.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . November 26, 2009

[WayzataJOHNN]

Fantastic poem, truely a great read, and insightful!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Fantastic poem, truly a great read, and insightful!

[JustAmy]

Good evening, NnB.

Thank you for sharing “The Hill” with us. It is wonderful. We’ve missed your contributions.

Wishing you and yours a Blessed Thanksgiving.