The house on the hill - 11th May

[mysticbluebell]

Inspiration or memory? Whatever comes to mind, we will love to read it!

The house on the hill

[puddles]

The House on The Hill

The house on the hill is where I long to be
holds memories of youth from so long ago
in my walk of the path that led to the sea
carry's me back as the wind starts to blow

I remember the view from my windowsill
watching the waves breaking the shore
frames the beauty which a portrait instills
the house on the hill makes me wish for more

[mysticbluebell]

Beautiful poem of beautiful memories really paint a beautiful picture, thanks a lot Roland.

[puddles]

Thanks Mystic, may do a longer version of this read, with audio and a musical background.......

[doreen23]

The House on the HILL

At the top of the hill
there is a spooky house,
very dark and dusty,
and overrun by mice.
That is until midnight,
when I first heard this howl,
I thought it was a dog,
but no, it was an owl.
Being bold, I ventured outside,
as I had been deprived of rest.
I walked through dark streets,
past quiet houses
As if I had been possessed.
I walked up to the rusty gates,
feeling rather dazed,
The house on the hill was all lit up,
and I was so amazed.
A ghost appeared, dragging chains,
as the doors opened and creaked,
then I saw a vampire, cleaning his fangs
then when I nearly freaked.
From the forest glade,some guests arrived,
Hand in hand, like a happy band,
singing as they danced along,
from their home in Meadowland.
Cobwebs hung down everywhere
and there was dust over all the chairs.
I saw a knight in shining armour,
at the top of the stairs.
There was an awful aroma from the kitchen
And I saw witches preparing a meal.
Lizards, frogs, spiders and toads,
But for me, this did not appeal.
They were all here for a party,
And all going into the hall.
I had never seen anything like it
As I stand there, so enthralled.
I then wave them all a fond farewell,
as I turn away to leave.
They are having their Annual Monsters Ball
But my story, no one will believe.

Doreen E Hampshire

[mysticbluebell]

The house on the hill

Forever I see it sitting up far on the hill
A lovely cottage white with brown window sill
The small wooden bench in front, washed out
And opening the door, the hinges shout

The roof comes low, a garden small as can be
Sheltered by wide canopy of a walnut tree
It’s only a small village on this hill top
With one single, old-fashioned merchant shop

This quiet rural place, exposed and wind torn
Would easily make you feel a bit forlorn
The silent peaceful indoors atmosphere
By limitless shelter brings comfort near

The house on the hill knows much to tell
Same like the ancient Church with broken bell
Walking downhill is always fast and fun
Coming back we're counting steps of the end-run

Forever I see it sitting there on the hill
This homely cottage, now empty and still
It was a haven of love, simple but dear
Remains in my memory, enchanting and clear

[Alan]

Roland, Doreen and Mystic you have all done excellent poems, thank you

[puddles]

Thanks Alan, nice to see you hear, you are right Dee's poem tell a tale, as well as Mystic about the house on the hill, love the photo, bet the sea is not far away...........