POEMS about Wax Fill Hill

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

السلام عليكم

1.

BEAUTY HOUR

Dry dust fills the air on this hill,

Wax Fill Hill.

As the dust settles, the beauty arrives,

And then it strives,

To live through the dust.

After a hour which is called the beauty hour, it must,

Fade away,

To return NEXT DAY!

2.

IN THE HILL

Wax Fill Hill has Foxes,

And Noxes,

Which are BIG stones,

And DRY dust with only two bones,

Shaped as a CROSS.

On top of the hill as with moss.

3.

BLUE POND OF WAX FILL HILL

Blue Pond, Blue Pond,

Blue Pond outside so shining.

Frog mounds,

And inside with a dark lining.

Insects, frogs, ladybugs and swans,

Beautiful Stalks,

With corn.

And there lurks,

A figure so dark,

But every one knows who she is.

Two so DARK,

A CROCODILE!

السلام عليكم

MAIMOONAH