Today when you went up the hill 
 And all that I could see 
 Was just a speck of black and white 
 Very far from me, 
 It seemed more strange than words can say, 
 The dot that I could see, 
 Really was the dearest thing 
 The world holds for me.
"Today when you went up the hill"
written byLesbia Harford
© Lesbia Harford





