Upon A Hill

High upon an old hill I lie
Just watching the clouds roll by
Lying in the shadows the of trees
And listening to the Summer breeze
Far below the music of the brook
And in the distance a calling rook
And I did muse in this bed of grass
Of the halls of time where I shall pass
Knowing at the end my shell shall rest beneath the sod
But my soul will be cradled in the arms of God.

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