Meeting House Hill


Twigs and things

Open palm ferns and town pound in the spring

I am a braggart, beggar for distraction

Rainbow pinwheels refusing to remain still and sunsets over a lazy hill

Let me drink you in and always be full

These worries I carry like a hungry dog in search of a bone

These worries are in need of clean fill

Congregations up on Meeting House Hill

Let me drink you in and always be full

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