57. February 26th
I stand lonely upon a hill,
Green grass covers it,
Yellow flowers speckle it.
I stand atop it alone.
Keeping safe the animals around
Looking after them one and all,
100 years on I still do,
Like a farther figure to all.
Every morning I reach out east
To feel the sun warm me up.
Every night when moon I see,
I fall asleep till morning comes.
The hill is where I always stay
My home, my birthplace and one day,
Perhaps many years, maybe few,
I'll breath no more and wither away.
There is something special about
This place, my homeland where
I'll always stay, rooted here forevermore,
To guard animals and wild boar.
Though old I am I will live on
In memories of the people here,
They'll talk of me long after death,
I will live on in their heads.
And one day another will take,
My place here for some years.
The cycle continues on and on,
Until none are left we will not be forgotten!