pile of dirt about a story high <br />when wind blows thick dust fly <br />and when it rain, mud flows by <br />it’s been there for a long time <br />birds bring seeds, children climb <br />i watch them on my break time <br /> <br />recently i notice it’s turning green <br />no dust flying nor mud flowing <br />children are back to school again <br />blanket of tiny buds start to bloom <br />waving as if i’m one of their own <br />i went closer to touch, too feel <br />absolutely beautiful, daffodil’s hill <br /> <br />i took a picture, keep it in my mind <br />i trace smooth ridges, that of feline <br />i saw you up there against rising sun <br />hair flowing, silk blowing, waving hand <br />ooh! slowly fading away one more time <br />then i heard ringing, four season chime. <br /> <br />… lol did you follow it, read it one more <br />time. come on … will you. thanks. ‘.md<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodil-s-hill/
