A man on the hill
Half’s a day arc the sun had yet to trace
When a man on the hill approached its crest
Only chance had led him atop this place
Which now upon him called to breathe and rest
Hard had been the way and many leagues in all
Yet when o’er his shoulder he strained to turn
The road he saw spanned short by his recall
And to this path he sensed he’d not return
Before him now waited lands lush and green
Where far-off miles like rivers sighed and curled
They seemed to hold a promise true and clean
And in his heart a sweet new life unfurled
He closed his visor and shifted his weight
Then with a smile rode down to seize his fate