Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

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Up the hill
In a valley
Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir
Pretty pink, white and yellow
Dancing in the sunshine meadow
Little Robin red breast
Tweeting on the willow
White clouds flirting
With the little fellow

Up the hill
In a valley
Maidens sing and ode
Winter is over
Glaciers melt like milk
Down to the hungry river

Up the hill
In a valley
Shepherds are happy
Snow blankets are melted
Green grass covers are ready
Fire places stop burning
Women are dusting, cleaning and brushing
Songs of the new season welcoming
As spring shoots up
Within the ground of the valley

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Randall Smith
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This has such a lite start and builds to the seasons end, or the beginning of spring. I wanted to tap my foot to the rhyme of this. I was a bit disappointed that it ended. I wanted to read more.

Randall Smith
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I was a little upset that your poem ended so soon. It had me swaying to the rhythm and I wanted more. Very well done Lorna.

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