Hill
06/20/2019

...at the end of Underhill Road


This wild forest, covered the Hill
At end of a short road, was that hill
Underhill Lane, sits my house, still
Off of a road, Brits named Underhill

Loved escaping into that forrest at will
That wild Forrest, which covered the hill
Drawn, for fresh tamarind, have my fill
To get at right pod, had many a spill

Early morn, in that forest, quite a chill
Birds chirping, picking fruit in their bill
As children, surely a thrill was that hill
At end of a road, Brits named Underhill