Afternoon on a Hill

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Afternoon on a Hill
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Shel Silverstein

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I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.


I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.


And when lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down!