ON THE HILL
She sits on that hill
Alone and magnificent
A river runs by
They left her at night
Hurriedly like they arrived
The wind is icy
The first light of day
Mirrored her in the water
They were miles away
Her walls have secrets
Hear them whispered in low tones
Not all are welcome
Look at her image
Not a sign of what she is
That is why they left