Sitting On a hill at night,
Listening to the crickets chirping,
A lonely toad On a Lilly pad croaking.
Every so often a car goes by slowly,
Trying not to break the silence of the night.
A perfect time to be sitting on a hill thinking,
All about life times before, future, and during.
Breaking empty beer bottles on a cement culvert,
Takes stress away as it is diverted.
Listening to the silence, that's all right,
On a hill, sitting at night.
Jacob Griffin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-hill-at-night/
