Upon a hill I heard a song;
a gypsy tune played with strings.
A flame sparks from campfire,
a small man sits, a small man sings.
Notes chime in, a flute is played.
A woman stands, a woman sways.
Softly, raindrops fall...
silently, on pine trees tall.
A nearby lake, deep and dark,
ripples with the melody.
Lightning flashes, thunder barks,
The music shifts with scenery.
A violin plays, slow and long,
Through the rain's swiftly building throng
The memory clear, reflecting lifelong
when, upon a hill...I heard a song.
a gypsy tune played with strings.
A flame sparks from campfire,
a small man sits, a small man sings.
Notes chime in, a flute is played.
A woman stands, a woman sways.
Softly, raindrops fall...
silently, on pine trees tall.
A nearby lake, deep and dark,
ripples with the melody.
Lightning flashes, thunder barks,
The music shifts with scenery.
A violin plays, slow and long,
Through the rain's swiftly building throng
The memory clear, reflecting lifelong
when, upon a hill...I heard a song.
-a poem by J
