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The Girl on the Hill

There she is again
On top of the hill
I saw her there yesterday
And the day before
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She stands looking up at the sky
Her arms raised to the sun
And sways gently back and forth
In the breeze
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I don't know how long she's been doing this
Every day at noon I see her
Always in the same place
Looking up at the sky
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In summer her light green clothes
Flutter in the breeze
Sunlight filters through them
Drawing patterns on the ground
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In winter she catches snow on her bare arms
And snow piles up around her feet
She shivers in the cold wind
And tattered rags fall to the ground
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She stands on top of the hill
Braving all kinds of weather
Not just for a few minutes or hours
But for three hundred years
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The chain saw cuts deep into her waist
She crumples up in pain
But no blood flows - just a tear
As the great oak topples to the ground

A T Ramsey 2001

Inpsiration for this poem