What Ever Happened To Mary Hill?
She can still remember that dizzy Summer sky.
She can still remember...the way it flew on by.
New month of September,
it still tends to cleanse the eye.
Life is such a riddle,
when it leaves you asking why.
She can still remember his cryptic valley soul.
She can still remember...the prime of rock and roll.
Seemed it'd last forever,
all that kept her in the flow.
Time is such a riddle,
when the past is where you show.
She can still remember that flower child's kiss.
She can still remember...each psychedelic bliss.
Spin of new endeavor,
was it voided off her list?
Love is such a riddle,
Mary Hill turned fifty-six.
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Very nice!
nice flow and nice rhymes... thanks for posting!
Thanks!!
Hey, thanks!! I truly appreciate your comments and the time you spent to read this. Also, I'm glad you liked it and I will be checking out your material in the very near future.
Like it--a question?
Is this the Mary Hill of song
Who used to hang out in
Cherry Hill park?
Thanks for reading this!!
Thanks so much for the time you took to indulge in this particular piece. It most certainly means a lot to me to know that you both read and enjoyed it!!
As for your question. Yeah, this is the Mary Hill of song who used to hang out there. This poem, I suppose, is sort of a metaphorical reference to that entire generation. I guess I was trying, this time, to hint upon its hypocritical nature, denials, and overall death of identity, but by using, basically, a fictional pop culture icon figure within the major theme of approach. (Attempted to pass the message that she prevailed, though, through the idea that she could "still remember.")
I enjoy it even more now
Now that I know it is the REAL Mary Hill,
I enjoy it even more.
Thanks
Thanks again!!
Thanks again. I'm truly glad you liked it better, and I highly appreciate your further comments. Best regards, J.P. (Rex)