On This Graveyard Hill

by ALEX   Nov 12, 2008


On this graveyard hill,
the fireworks reserved
for summer nights are lit;
Ahead of thyme,
so boils this cauldron-pot
and fills the air, as
the scraggly hilltop tree
casts it's eerie shadows
On this graveyard hill.

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