ishaymoanaHillsideI spent the summer on this hill-remembering, realizing and reflecting.The sun shined bright in this hill-blazing, bright and brilliant.My faith grew stronger on this hill-patiently, privately and prayerfully.I wrote this poem on this hill-broken, believing and becoming.
I spent the summer on this hill-remembering, realizing and reflecting.The sun shined bright in this hill-blazing, bright and brilliant.My faith grew stronger on this hill-patiently, privately and prayerfully.I wrote this poem on this hill-broken, believing and becoming.
