Poetry Hill

The sun disappeared down over the hill I remember the evening, 'twas so calm and still, and poets and songsters from near and afar gathered together, with violin and guitar. I read out my poem ~ you read out yours, the words echoed clearly across the green shores; your meaning ran deep, and my heart it stood still when you told of your love there, on Poetry Hill. Church bells resounded, as midnight drew nigh and sweet gentle voices filled the north sky... the evening had ended, with a kiss and a thrill as we sang Auld Lang Syne upon Poetry Hill. Poets and songsters were full of good cheer and would gather again at the same time each year.