On the Hill by Elizabeth Madox Roberts — Read

Mother said that we could go / Up on the hill where the strawberries grow.

And while I was there I looked all down, / Over the trees and over the town.

I saw the field where the big boys play, / And the roads that come from every way,

The courthouse place where the wagons stop, / And the bridge and the scales and the blacksmith shop.

The church steeple looked very tall and thin, / And I found the house that we live in.

I saw it under the poplar tree, / And I bent my head and tried to see

Our house when the rain is over it, / And how it looks when the lamps are lit.

I saw the swing from up on the hill, / The ropes were hanging very still.

And over and over I tried to see / Some of us walking under the tree,

And the children playing everywhere, / And how it looks when I am there.

But Dickie said, "Come on, let's race"; / And Will had found the strawberry place.