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The Little Hill

A short poem story

By Jonathan HuntPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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up on the little hill there’s a treehouse delivering dreams,

No one really knew about it because of how crazy that it seems,

But then one day a boy walked onto the hill with adventure in his eyes,

He jumped into the treehouse and much to his surprise,

He heard a voice call from the distance like an echo so quiet,

The voice said “little boy tell me your most wanted wish and I won’t defy it”

He called out back to the voice “I need a home, I have no where to go and no where I know”

“Because of a tragedy I have been left all alone,”

“So please give me someone to love and some place to call home,”

And the voice yelled back “then let it be known!”

And for the rest of his days he lived on that hill inside the treehouse with a girl,

They played,had fun, and helped each other times of need for the boy was no longer all alone in this great big world.

inspirational

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Jonathan Hunt

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