I went up the hill
puffing with heavy breath
you know usually the up hill
usurps your breath
so staggering I reached the top
waved to those coming behind
Lo! all were on the top
none of them behind
Tag: uphill
Climbing up the hills
being an uphill
steep and very still
went with a deep fill
breathing fresh air till
reaching the peak hill
stood there with a will
braving the windy frills
enduring the cold grill
enjoying the beauteous kill
wanting not to go downhill
descended with a skill
unfaltering came down like Jill
with no Jack to come down in a tumbling bill.
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An Event Unrelated
The night is chill
with wind to the fill
The cold is a kill
with the snow on the hill.
Waiting out till
expecting the car coming uphill.
Shivering in the cold still
thinking of the bills
that have to be paid without frills
Looking through the gate grill
saw a wind mill
with movements nil
There came flying a quill
falling 
down the window sill
With that the car came uphill
got in and went downhill
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