Afternoon on a Hill-my dream

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“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowersAnd not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and cloudsWith quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass, and the grass rise.

And when lights begin to showup from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down!

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After I read this poem, I imagined the beautiful hill as I lie on the ground and watched the clouds with thousands of beautiful flowers. I would go to the hill after I ate lunch on the weekend, so I don't have to worried about anything. The clouds seem like cotton candy to me for some reason. I thought this picture is the best picture to describe this poem. If I would be in this completely beautiful situation, I would just thinking about my life and I would make a wish to the Sky. Thinking about myself and the future. I would never want to leave from the hill and I would have a lots and lots of fabulous time there.