up on the hill

Up on the hill

Away from the bustling crowd

The time of quiet moments

Soaked it up once I stayed

Once I thought I could hang around

For a while before I decided to move on

I fell in love with the environment

I glued myself for many years

There were excitement on weekends

Where the crowd of tourists would arrive

In groups or single they would come

The local guys and women could have a pick

The party in the wee hours

In the bungalow house or in open air

The cool weather would not make a sweat

The sound of insects would join in the crowd

The Tavern would be the focal point

It was here the pick up could be found

The crowd during those years ago

They would like to enjoy life to the full

The jungle walking made some sweat

Walking through the quiet sound of life

Only insects would make some noises

The jungle trek a pathway of silence and free

Then job changed

I had to wave goodbye

The memories still stayed with me

Though images of friends seem in history