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The Hill That Stands Alone

Maybe its spring or maybe its me

Everything is perfect

We are up on hill that stands alone

Away from the rest,

we have our home

Everything a little higher,

watching the city

The red brick alley is centuries old,

it has a life of its own

What you see as pot holes I see as bird baths

You just have to be here when they come

The trees are impatient as spring approaches

I have never seen an impatient tree before

Maybe its me

The bunnies have come and I saw purple flowers so I say it’s officially spring

image by author

Featured Photo by Alessandro Ferrari on Unsplash

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Published by hollykellums

Internationally Published Author * Influencer * Recovery Coach * Human Potential Activist

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