OVER THE HILL!
Looking out,
over the hill,
I see,
a path winding,
quiet and still;
Nany times,
a whitetail crosses,
to walk,
through the cedar,
and on the mosses.
O, how I love,
this old path,
to walk,
and enjoy the solitude,
sometimes,
I see a dove,
or an eagle fly,
soaring so smoothly,
up high in the sky.
~ Winston Staples
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