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Mel Lewis
Mel Lewis

As a man in his 40's I prefer to think of myself as growing young. There is a little voice telling me that reaching "middle age" is not something to worry simply will never happen! I have been writing poetry on and off for years. I prefer plain speaking so the reader knows where I am coming from - I hope you enjoy the poems as much as I enjoyed writing them - I have more! If you wish to read more, my website is

Sit atop the hill by Mel Lewis


Sitting on a fallen tree as if it were a chair,

Looking in the distance to see what's over there,

Clouds on the horizon, sun in a deep blue sky,

Dreaming of another day and getting lost in time.


Cattle in a distant field look inch high from here,

A hot air balloon drifts along with smiling faces clear,

Children play till evening but never feel the chill,

All the signs of life pass by when I sit atop the hill.


The symbols of modern times mean nothing to me here,

This land has been the same for at least a thousand years,

Days go by so quickly and time waits for no one,

There is so much to see and do before my life is done.


All too soon the moment has arrived to leave but not in haste,

Who was it who once said that time enjoyed was not a waste,

The Sunday pm feeling will go with me, but still,

I'll come back here when the mood is rght and sit atop the hill.

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A poem with layer upon layer of meaning.  Again, the mass of detail works really well.
Gerry McCullough

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