on the top of the hill, i see grass. green. vast carpet of green. the hills are alive with the sound of music. I expand my hands and embrace the sky with the birds chirping above me flying like there is no tomorrow.
enbarani
On the hill they sat. They boy and the girl. Eyes cast toward the ground, they awkwardly mumbled pleasantries as they fought their natural instincts to kiss. She was lovely, sitting there in her pale yellow dress. And he was tall, as tall as a six foot three inch tree.
bethany
when the grass toppled over the old abandoned rubbage seeing new beginnings was like seeing through a diamond. SLightly distorted but all right infront of you. That hill caused much a needed fuss about what was to come.
Bethany
He climbed the hill, sweat dripping off his forehead.
“Andrea?” he shouted. No answer returned. Just the soft, harsh sounds of the wind rustling the trees.
Jason didn’t know if he’ll ever find his love again.
annalise
upon this very hill, this vast mount of dirt, in this very place, history was made, wars were fought, lives taken away, wonders of an undying amount occured, this is the very place where my life began, where my life took flight, where I started my greatest journey.
Curious George
And in that verdant green moment, I knew life was refreshed.
I looked at the girl beside me. The girl in the black frock coat. Where she got these things I’d never know.
But I also knew I’d never go to the Sheep Meadow alone. It was only with other people I visited places I’d never been. It was only with Emily that life breathed into my dusty shop.
I went back the next morning to find my books waiting for me. And for some reason, a bit of life was gone.
I could have cried but I knew the books wouldn’t understand.
Jessica Hatch
The hills were alive with that sound, but it wasnt music. It was the insane ravings of a priest. He believed the end of the world was nigh. He told all of us what he knew to be true. We just discarded his words as the insane ravings of a madman. Nobody knew how right he would end up being.
MasterAramil
The wild flowers grew at odd angles
decorating the small hill with bright colors.
She stood, lost in her thoughts and memories of a different time.
Not better.
Not worse.
Just different.
From the corner of her eye she could see the
little one chasing butterflies through the grass.
Letting a small smile pull at her drawn lips
she closed her eyes and felt a single tear fall.
Bending, she placed a single pink rose against the stone
and turned to embrace the day.
Morgan
when up the hill the over day
nothing on the other side,
merely my dreams
swept away
Geeh
Drenched in your stone cold water,
on top of a swaying piece of dirt.
Falling from the top, down,
wondering where it will go,
Stopped by the ground,
just two feet down.
Zelriku
bananabombs are gay
dfhgfgdf
i remember all those long lost summertime days of lore. rough housing, attacking anyone and everyone we could for that pitiful mound of dirt. most of its grass and topsoil had been pillaged by our clunky shoes and idiotic pratfalls. we didn’t care, there could be only one king, no matter how much damage to the surrounding landscape had to come to achieve such nobility, i was going to take it
fil
Jack wiped the sweat from his brow, and took that last final step. Finally, he was there. He’d made it. What he could see in front of him beyong the grassy hill was breath taking…
abi
hills are beautiful. Big rolling hills covered in green is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
Hills can also be impossible. Have you ever tried to run up a steep one? It’s just not fun.
But it IS fun when you get to the top and look out over all that is around you.
Leah
hare krishna hare krishna krishna krishna hare hare
hare rama hare rama
rama rama
hare hare
nama das
the hill is a short mountain
michelle
She was sitting alone on a hill. None of her friends was with her, neither the boy she had thought she would marry. You can marry anyone you love, her mather had told her when she was 7: but as she kept thinking, she realised that anyone can marry you. It’s quite different.
Salvatore
a hill is made by god. it is a smaller mountain. in the philippines there is a place called chocolate hills located in bohol. a hill rhymes with still. there are a lot of people whos last names are hill among them is basket ball superstar grant hill
nay4
I lay at the bottom of the steep hill I had rolled down no longer than 60 seconds ago and already so many thought were racinf around my head, how could i have let times like these pass me by?
Rosie
Jenny climbed to the very top of the hill that she had struggled up for the past 20 minutes, she looked down to find the most amazing view she had ever had the pleasure to view. 20 Minutes well spend in her opinion.
Rosie
grassy and bigg i can roll down you and smoke a spliff on top off you i shagged my mrs on you , ive pissed on . and your made of mud
phoe
Hope over the hill
I can do it
Love beyond this misery
Life too
emily
a live on the best hill for two months of my life every summer. It is my village, hilltop. The girls are amazing. They are excited, nervous, and caring. They want to learn new things and try everything. Walking up and down our hill, “the bunny slope” is a workout
emily
sitting on that hill I thought back on all of the things I regret about my life. How could I have done things differently? Was there anything I could do to change the outcome now? The answer was no. Now I just had to figure out how to move forward.
Teresa
Yeah. Okay. So ‘hill’ wasn’t the best of words that could have came up, as I was looking for something to give me an excuse to bitch about my current relationship and the problems dwelling within it.
I’m doing it anyway.
So, Kevin, overcome this HILL of being an asshole or GTFO.
There.
Steffi
So there I was, arms outstretched, with nothing but my thoughts and my lover. We were lying just at the bottom of a huge grassy hill with a picnic. I wasn’t sure what the rest of our plans were but my imagination sure was having fun with the idea. Well that’s what I thought then…
Iona
I walked on a hill one day. I really enjoyed it. Not because I was naked, it was because of the feeling of wind bashing against my skin and grass sticking in between my toes.
emma
the fool on the hill.
the beatles sang about that guy, I never got this song though.
sixty seconds are a longt time for writing about a hill! downhill – like harold and maude.
heike
It is a beuty of the nature. I love hills they do inspire me to open to the nature. it is romantic to look at the hill but also it is very cool to walk on the hills. When on the top of it you can see louds of open
Ooms
hills are beautiful places…you can climb a hill, jump off it…watch the scenery…trek it…conquer it…i like the hills…
prashant
on the hill sat an old man quietly reminiscing on his past. He was a sad old man and he often thought of the mistakes he made when he was young and foolish. The old man often came to the hill and it was on that hill under the tree that he was sitting that he had his first date with the girl who would become his wife.
Zack Zainon
I went up a little hill and it was a very lovely one. Lush green grass and little flowers tracing the small hill. I went up halfway before someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hello?” I turned around and saw my Prince Charming standing there with a rose in his hand.
“Will you marry me, dear?” He said as I blushed and took his hand. We rolled down the hill together!
Alyss
The hill was steep, dark and imposing. It seemed impossible that they would reach the top before dusk. The pair pulled on their rucksacs, put their first foot down and were soon back into a rhythmic pattern; stomp, stomp, stomp.
Jenny Holden
i lov meditation,want n2 hav peace in my life.i want 2 happy every time,no matters i hav money or nt…
anudeep.sawhney
I saw a hill in the distance and wondered how long it would take to walk to it. I began walking with a vague expectation of the time involved, but as I wandered along, I became lost in thought. By the time I found myself at the base of the hill, I’d lost track of when I started out, so there was no way to measure the journey except by the variety of my thoughts.
M
at the top of that hill,I saw all the streets of that city,the city I would live in,with all the flashy lights,tha cars and all the people of the world. It was colors,just millions of colors.
bea
hill is a place where you loose yourself to the nature. A hill reminds you of majesty, of nature and its elegance and superiority. Its a place where nature meets serinity.
Mahalinga Raja
Oh i see the varsity varsity varsity as she towers o’er the hill, over there and my heart is filed with joy, smu smu alma mater we’ll be true
Karl
Mike Clark is a beautiful human being. Mike Clark is king of the hill, beautiful hill. One day, one beautiful day, we’ll all be Mike Clark. God bless him, God bless the hill, his beautiful hill.
Robert
there is a little hill near my house. it is a green hill wich cover with green grasses. one day i go up to the top of the hill . it was a wonderfull view. i could see every thing over there.
on the top of the hill, i see grass. green. vast carpet of green. the hills are alive with the sound of music. I expand my hands and embrace the sky with the birds chirping above me flying like there is no tomorrow.
On the hill they sat. They boy and the girl. Eyes cast toward the ground, they awkwardly mumbled pleasantries as they fought their natural instincts to kiss. She was lovely, sitting there in her pale yellow dress. And he was tall, as tall as a six foot three inch tree.
when the grass toppled over the old abandoned rubbage seeing new beginnings was like seeing through a diamond. SLightly distorted but all right infront of you. That hill caused much a needed fuss about what was to come.
He climbed the hill, sweat dripping off his forehead.
“Andrea?” he shouted. No answer returned. Just the soft, harsh sounds of the wind rustling the trees.
Jason didn’t know if he’ll ever find his love again.
upon this very hill, this vast mount of dirt, in this very place, history was made, wars were fought, lives taken away, wonders of an undying amount occured, this is the very place where my life began, where my life took flight, where I started my greatest journey.
And in that verdant green moment, I knew life was refreshed.
I looked at the girl beside me. The girl in the black frock coat. Where she got these things I’d never know.
But I also knew I’d never go to the Sheep Meadow alone. It was only with other people I visited places I’d never been. It was only with Emily that life breathed into my dusty shop.
I went back the next morning to find my books waiting for me. And for some reason, a bit of life was gone.
I could have cried but I knew the books wouldn’t understand.
The hills were alive with that sound, but it wasnt music. It was the insane ravings of a priest. He believed the end of the world was nigh. He told all of us what he knew to be true. We just discarded his words as the insane ravings of a madman. Nobody knew how right he would end up being.
The wild flowers grew at odd angles
decorating the small hill with bright colors.
She stood, lost in her thoughts and memories of a different time.
Not better.
Not worse.
Just different.
From the corner of her eye she could see the
little one chasing butterflies through the grass.
Letting a small smile pull at her drawn lips
she closed her eyes and felt a single tear fall.
Bending, she placed a single pink rose against the stone
and turned to embrace the day.
when up the hill the over day
nothing on the other side,
merely my dreams
swept away
Drenched in your stone cold water,
on top of a swaying piece of dirt.
Falling from the top, down,
wondering where it will go,
Stopped by the ground,
just two feet down.
bananabombs are gay
i remember all those long lost summertime days of lore. rough housing, attacking anyone and everyone we could for that pitiful mound of dirt. most of its grass and topsoil had been pillaged by our clunky shoes and idiotic pratfalls. we didn’t care, there could be only one king, no matter how much damage to the surrounding landscape had to come to achieve such nobility, i was going to take it
Jack wiped the sweat from his brow, and took that last final step. Finally, he was there. He’d made it. What he could see in front of him beyong the grassy hill was breath taking…
hills are beautiful. Big rolling hills covered in green is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
Hills can also be impossible. Have you ever tried to run up a steep one? It’s just not fun.
But it IS fun when you get to the top and look out over all that is around you.
hare krishna hare krishna krishna krishna hare hare
hare rama hare rama
rama rama
hare hare
the hill is a short mountain
She was sitting alone on a hill. None of her friends was with her, neither the boy she had thought she would marry. You can marry anyone you love, her mather had told her when she was 7: but as she kept thinking, she realised that anyone can marry you. It’s quite different.
a hill is made by god. it is a smaller mountain. in the philippines there is a place called chocolate hills located in bohol. a hill rhymes with still. there are a lot of people whos last names are hill among them is basket ball superstar grant hill
I lay at the bottom of the steep hill I had rolled down no longer than 60 seconds ago and already so many thought were racinf around my head, how could i have let times like these pass me by?
Jenny climbed to the very top of the hill that she had struggled up for the past 20 minutes, she looked down to find the most amazing view she had ever had the pleasure to view. 20 Minutes well spend in her opinion.
grassy and bigg i can roll down you and smoke a spliff on top off you i shagged my mrs on you , ive pissed on . and your made of mud
Hope over the hill
I can do it
Love beyond this misery
Life too
a live on the best hill for two months of my life every summer. It is my village, hilltop. The girls are amazing. They are excited, nervous, and caring. They want to learn new things and try everything. Walking up and down our hill, “the bunny slope” is a workout
sitting on that hill I thought back on all of the things I regret about my life. How could I have done things differently? Was there anything I could do to change the outcome now? The answer was no. Now I just had to figure out how to move forward.
Yeah. Okay. So ‘hill’ wasn’t the best of words that could have came up, as I was looking for something to give me an excuse to bitch about my current relationship and the problems dwelling within it.
I’m doing it anyway.
So, Kevin, overcome this HILL of being an asshole or GTFO.
There.
So there I was, arms outstretched, with nothing but my thoughts and my lover. We were lying just at the bottom of a huge grassy hill with a picnic. I wasn’t sure what the rest of our plans were but my imagination sure was having fun with the idea. Well that’s what I thought then…
I walked on a hill one day. I really enjoyed it. Not because I was naked, it was because of the feeling of wind bashing against my skin and grass sticking in between my toes.
the fool on the hill.
the beatles sang about that guy, I never got this song though.
sixty seconds are a longt time for writing about a hill! downhill – like harold and maude.
It is a beuty of the nature. I love hills they do inspire me to open to the nature. it is romantic to look at the hill but also it is very cool to walk on the hills. When on the top of it you can see louds of open
hills are beautiful places…you can climb a hill, jump off it…watch the scenery…trek it…conquer it…i like the hills…
on the hill sat an old man quietly reminiscing on his past. He was a sad old man and he often thought of the mistakes he made when he was young and foolish. The old man often came to the hill and it was on that hill under the tree that he was sitting that he had his first date with the girl who would become his wife.
I went up a little hill and it was a very lovely one. Lush green grass and little flowers tracing the small hill. I went up halfway before someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hello?” I turned around and saw my Prince Charming standing there with a rose in his hand.
“Will you marry me, dear?” He said as I blushed and took his hand. We rolled down the hill together!
The hill was steep, dark and imposing. It seemed impossible that they would reach the top before dusk. The pair pulled on their rucksacs, put their first foot down and were soon back into a rhythmic pattern; stomp, stomp, stomp.
i lov meditation,want n2 hav peace in my life.i want 2 happy every time,no matters i hav money or nt…
I saw a hill in the distance and wondered how long it would take to walk to it. I began walking with a vague expectation of the time involved, but as I wandered along, I became lost in thought. By the time I found myself at the base of the hill, I’d lost track of when I started out, so there was no way to measure the journey except by the variety of my thoughts.
at the top of that hill,I saw all the streets of that city,the city I would live in,with all the flashy lights,tha cars and all the people of the world. It was colors,just millions of colors.
hill is a place where you loose yourself to the nature. A hill reminds you of majesty, of nature and its elegance and superiority. Its a place where nature meets serinity.
Oh i see the varsity varsity varsity as she towers o’er the hill, over there and my heart is filed with joy, smu smu alma mater we’ll be true
Mike Clark is a beautiful human being. Mike Clark is king of the hill, beautiful hill. One day, one beautiful day, we’ll all be Mike Clark. God bless him, God bless the hill, his beautiful hill.
there is a little hill near my house. it is a green hill wich cover with green grasses. one day i go up to the top of the hill . it was a wonderfull view. i could see every thing over there.