Up hill,

Down hill,

The same hill.

 

Ascending

 

And descending.                                           

In need to heal

The hurt of defending.

Here now feel

Love as mending

The wound of healing.

 

In oozing sweat

Brother limps to the peak

Down bringing peace

That to the soothing heights belong.

 

To the valley-dark gallops crest's fountains

As of deadliest mountains.

Gourds wine fill

But ever as still

As the ground ready to till.

Brother builds a will

To face the fowler and kill.

Brother falls ill

His hungry bowels ail.

Gourds wine's full

Brother wants it all

For the sweats drained him dry.

 

But the drink without a meal!

No meal without a mill

 

Corn's got to be ground.

And meat's got to be grilled.

 

Over seems the ascent

But there really was no ascent.

Find each other together

In the valley 'blue-lily' scented

 

Like ever before the ascent.

As the sings begin to thrill

The meal learns to feel.

 

When we search around the hill

There's nothing else to fear.

Brother and I together

Went up and down the hill.