The House on the Hill (Original Poetry)
She looked back in wistfulness
At the house on the hill.
Where she once spent many days
Where children laughed and played.
She can still smell the flowers
That in the garden grew,
Where she would play for hours
Yet she grew up too soon.
Now she is filled with much days,
But memories remain
And that house sits empty now
Those joyful times will not fade.