High on this hill above the bay,
Waiting for the dawn of day.
“With head in the clouds”
Like my teacher would say–
Well now I am a silver surfer,
Browsing the sky, for gems above,
Doing most of all that which I love.
With cloud painters palette,
Of magenta and blue,
And roller clouds,you would love too.
So now as I descend this heady hill.
I see a gap, and walk right through.
(Kilvey Hill, October, 2005)