The house on the hill

At the house upon the hill
I used to go to tea,
Whenever I would go
He loved to welcome me.

The door would be left open,
The welcome mat laid out:
He liked that I would visit,
I knew without a doubt.

Bread baking in the oven-
The small would fill the air,
The tea already brewing
Whenever I got there.

We’d eat and drink and talk
And together spend some time,
My worries slipped away
And we’d be laughing in no time.

I used to wonder how it was
He knew I’d pass that way,
Until I realised that he looked out
For me every day.

I’ve climbed the hill so many times
Towards that open door,
And still I long to be with him
And visit more and more.

Bryony Burton – Nov 2017

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