I'll take thy hand, up Billinge Hill
Where we had been and time was still
In gentle time far away
It never seemed we'd see this day
But war is made by greater men
Await the day we are free again
In distant lands far away
Being with thee is all I pray
But strangers steal without alarm
Takes my life with mindless charm
I'm here with thee, up Billinge Hill
And hand in hand eternal still.
by Isobella Pearson (12)
Rainford High Technology College, St. Helens
Competition - The Poetry Trials
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