The Hills
When I was young,
we carried coal
from the hillside
and
drank water from a well.
The winters were cold
and the summers sweltering
but life was simple and serene.
Family was more than
an abstract concept
and
the summer was sweet
with the smell of honeysuckle.
So unlike
the convenient harshness
of today.
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Amen to that!
Did you grow up in the hills?