"A Castle in the Hills."

"A Castle in the Hills."

 I'm still waiting for God to reveal His master plan for me. Time will tell... Since 2005, a long time passing, surfing in American Websites, I’ve found wondrous Poetry Forums, in which I was able to connect with outstanding American Poets and Online Writers. Surely, I have been trying to keep my mind active, and share a unique self-portrait to my online readers and friends. Since each of us carries a baggage, the load of our personal history, our burdens, then, we may develop certain connections according to our personal views and/or our moral values. Then, after I acquired further experience, I began to write My Blogs, where I found more Online Blogger lovely and blessed friends, with which I'm still in touch. Thanks God! I am still a dreamer...

Long ago, when I was a little girl and lived in a big city with my mother and my Italian maternal grandmother, I used to gape through the glass wall in our balcony on the second floor. I was puzzled then, to see so many horses pulling wagons downstairs in the streets -bringing veggies, fruits, small livestock, and other goods for the peddlers to the sales market place. Local folks gathered there in a rush to buy cheap food. I was truly astonished to see horses and other farm animals, which were brought to the fair in a big city filled with motorways and cars. My young heart would be left astray watching people's greedy hearts full of wrath. The fair was taken place on weekends. So, I would hear the hooves of the trotting stallions approaching the neighborhood, and I would rush to the glass wall to gape at the feast. I would still do that throughout my lifetime... As a little girl around 6 or 7, I could not help myself feeling betrayed, frustrated and hurt inside for what my young eyes would have to watch every single weekend. Needless to say, what I should have concealed about personal things that I witnessed -as a little child. I was certainly born a dreamer, an artist, a pro-life living being with all sort of good deeds inside my young heart. So, it was dreadful for me to catch a glimpse of those shattered, horrid, bloody memories of my childhood with so many things going on in the wrong way. My world was rather small, yet then, I began to dream in expanding my world to further greater ventures with high goals and lasting moral values.

As a little child, I began to think that those grown adults would never become my role models. In fact, in my childhood, I began to develop the first outlines of my present philosophy of life. Since my early childhood, I dreamed of living on top of the mountains surrounded by Mother Nature, birds and other precious animals. Perhaps, I was dreaming of living in a castle on the hills, a bluish yonder hill intimately entwined with the valley below. I could still hear now, the gallop of those stallions flying freely in the blue horizon, and I could still hear my throbbing heart on top of the mountain or gazing out the window. The joy of the Lord has always been my true strength.
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 Author: Poet Starry.