FROM DOVECOTE HILL

From Dovecote Hill From Dovecote Hill, my thoughts spill down on drowsy mill-town streets and run the maze of alleyways where once my youthful feet traced winding paths around the huddled houses that complete this view of all I knew and loved from Dovecote Hill. The fields were loving ramparts shielding us from drifting mists of worldliness - as if this town were all that might exist, so we grew up as slowly as the silver river twists through all I see, from here above on Dovecote Hill. This frantic, anxious world conspires to see my spirit crawl and falter, courage crippled by the hugeness of it all. One sight could help me find once more the strength of being small - this view of all I knew and loved from Dovecote Hill.