From a Hilltop (Poetic thought by George-B)
From this height I can see the cities bellow,
partially obscured By a fine curtain of tasteless,
I’m immersed in it as well,
but a false sense of security overrides the sad fact
Otherwise, oh, what a splendid sight:There is Whittier,
and further down South Pomona, El Monte, Downey;
Towards the ocean Downtown LA, Hollywood and Santa Monica:
Over there, an airplane seems to shoulder its way toward an airport
And an helicopter, turns in mile-large circles over 605 Fwy
while cars are shining in both directions,
tiny as ants, in ever towering traffic.
Here is Rose Hills, a place where silence is as habitual,
As the presence of birds in the skies.
A wondrous place, a hilltop, so many things to take in,
So many things to try not to forget,
so many trails, so little time to rest.