OVER THE HILL

OVER THE HILL
💦 Over The Hill 💦

Over the hill
The grass was green
We played in the cill;
And flowed through the reen.

Over the hill
We blame no one for our misfortune
We worked and made good fortune
A man's wit was his virtues.

Over the hill
Flowers was symbol for love,
We chanted songs with the birds
We were not jealous of another.

Over the hill
We care less who was more beautiful;
Nor who was more richer,
We went to our farm for cruise!

Over the hill
Women were not materialistic,
A lady's body was not to let,
Over the hill.

©Prince Ojoka
#WorldPoetryDay2026