The sun glared, then the moon stared
and I continued, weary,
dragged by my load, back breaking,
on the twisty road
over the hill.
It's no Mount Everest, but then
it's not a Norfolk fen,
and my heavy load's a joke
(at least, to younger folk)
up, over the hill.
Rewards? Forget I asked, a stupid question
don't give it a thought,
far less a mention.
Bid me godspeed on my way
over the hill.
They say in the Emerald Isle "May the road
rise up to meet you, may
the wind be at your back, may
you be in heaven an hour
before Satan knows you're dead."
Rewards? Maybe the journey, who knows?
The load? Maybe I can smile too!
The road? Life's full of twists!
If the sun glares and the moon stares?
I can play that game too!
Because I've carried my load,
traversed that road,
and laughed at the stupid question.
Wisdom's reward, wit is my sword,
Over the hill , to perdition.
Author notes
This is the option "Over the hill".
A contest entry
- (Contest #193) Prompts contest by daviscth.
900 points, ended January 26, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
It's not what I wanted, but do you see where I'm going?
Comments
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a wonderful take on the promt good luck in the contest
maralisa
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A wonderful response to the prompt. Your poem is overflowing with imagery and I enjoyed each verse of this witty piece. Thanks so much for posting and for including the prompt like I asked.
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