"On the Grange"

A short poem. I don't usually write poetry, but I felt inspired to do so this time.


Sitting on top of a green rolling hill,

I wave a halloo to a far hilltop vale,

Where sits my friend on his windowsill,

Viewing the valley on life-size’d scale.

With no gross obstruction in the way of this view,

He sees me quite clearly and responds in the like,

For on this landscape, then one or chance two,

Will find the world open as an unlocke’d dyke.

With the fewer restrictions, the beauty doth quoth,

“Leave behind limitations, the two of you both.”