Our Favourite Hill       by Angela Donovan

The sky is all around us now,
blue and white and growing bright.
The distant mists are lifting, swirling and drifting
Turning mountains into sunny Downs
Sandy shakes his head and breathes a sigh,
Happy to have reached the hill top.
Still we stand, a timeless stop.
Satisfied like a magic spell;
All is well; all is well.

The moment passes;
Sudden movement startles Sandy.
A tiny creature scuttles past and he follows with his eyes.
We leave slowly, sliding down the gravel track
not looking back. we head for home, faster we go,
one last grassy patch, and then - -
the road, the field, the stable, the office.
Behind us now the special place,
before we see the traffic race
but we have climbed our favourite hill
and visit it again, we will!