I was just a boy when I
visited my grandparents
in their two horse town.
They lived at the base
of a beautiful hill that
climbed into the sky.
The climb to the very top
of the hill was an exciting
adventure for me. At the
top I laid back and watched
as little blue clouds passed
on by.
The setting sun had
covered the entire hill in
shades of blue and black.
Butterflies with wings of
silver and bronze floated
across the golden skies.
I sat up and looked around
at the little yellow flowers
that grew on the hill. There
were little stands of deep green
cypress trees all around the hill.
In the blue valleys below
brown dappled cows stood
around eating. As I sat
there on the hilltop I
imagined dwarves and
giants and goblins too.
I was the elven warrior who
saved the world from darkness
and disaster. I played with
hobbits and dragons too.
When the sun had almost
gone down I'd go back to
grandma and grandpas. I
would tell grandma and
grandpa about all the
advetures that I'd had.
I wish that I had never
grown old and that my
grandma and grandpa had
never passed away. I would
visit them and I would climb
that hill again.
I would rush back to them
before it got to dark and I
needed to get back home.
When I got home I would
tell them of the adventures
that I had on that hill.
When I went to sleep that
night I would be an elven
prince playing alone in a
two horse town.
©ronvdm777
May 2020
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