Richmond Hill

A Summer day, I recall still
As dreamy clouds were drifting by
We stood atop old Richmond Hill
Me and my parents, late July.

A sloping meadow’s vivid green
Spread down before us in the wind
A charming vista so serene
Of the Thames River’s looping bend.

That stunning view we watched amazed
From that high perch, across a lawn
High over London Town we gazed
A special place to share our bond.

Down that long meadow path we roamed
And walked down to the river’s edge
Explored an ancient stately home
Beyond a gate and verdant hedge.

Long years passed after that warm day
My journey, from them would diverge
I carved a new path, made my way
Toward new horizons, yea I surged.

But winds of sickness, they did fly
And took their toll, my parents died
And now awake in bed, I lie
Fair Richmond Hill still lives inside.

The sands of time ruled that we’d part
But in my mind, I clearly see
With love, I thank them in my heart
To have this precious memory.

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