The House On the Hill

by Phantom Lord   Aug 20, 2019


Mary stayed at home
John worked in the mill
One day they knew
They'd live in the house on the hill

He tried the best he could
To walk that line
Always had a smile on his face
Always said I'm doing fine

In 65 James was born
Things were looking good
Mary stayed home
John did what he could

But times got tough
And money was tight
Mary stayed home
John drank all night

One night he went out
And the air was still
Took a long walk
And stared at the house on the hill

Dropped to his knees
And looked up to the sky
And as he began to speak
A tear ran from his eye

He said mary forgive me
I've had my fill
And I hope one day
you live in the house on the hill

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  • 5 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I have to agree with Brenda very fascinating. Glad to see it nominated. All the best

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    What a fascinating story. It held me to the end. Possible typo in the second stanza, is it supposed to be said or actually sad?

    • 5 years ago

      by Phantom Lord

      Said. Corrected. But thanks. This is the third part of the story. The first two are too long to publish here.

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