On top of the hill east of our grandmother's house
Nestled 'mongst the cogon where no animals browse,
There sat a slab of greyish pyramid-like rock
Half-hidden by the bush; I once climbed up to gawk
In awe at the sea and sky where the setting sun
Stroke its indigo brush to say the day is done,
Rousing me then that it was time for me to go...
(Our goats, unguarded, were still in the fields below.)
Chased by an unseen spirit, down the hill I flew;
Kids romped around me, we were going home, they knew!
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