Lady On The Hill
By
Cait McKnelly



The Lady on the Hill

She stands on the hill
the warm wind blowing
She looks to the sky
Tendrils of hair flowing

What does she dream
This woman sublime?
As her heart wings
On the winds of time.

Is it of love
Or friendship so warm
Possibly children
Or the kinship of home.

This one thing I know
So certain am I
She is a woman
With grace she will fly


I would like to thank Cait for writing this poem
for me and I dedicate this page to this lovely Lady
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Oct.9/2000