Table on the Hill
By: Steven Huting
A father and his son love each other.
They sit in the forest all, all alone.
Parked in the forest without a bother,
Just until the son hears the father groan.
Then the doctor says, sickness has a hold.
The son weeps and cries, for the end is near.
For the father will die and must be bold.
He will leave the son with nothing to hear.
The son now sits in the woods with no one.
His heart, just a shadow of his past life.
He was the father’s one and only son.
Now truly that love only brings him strife.
A boy with an empty seat beside him,
All he can do now is sing a sad hymn.
They sit in the forest all, all alone.
Parked in the forest without a bother,
Just until the son hears the father groan.
Then the doctor says, sickness has a hold.
The son weeps and cries, for the end is near.
For the father will die and must be bold.
He will leave the son with nothing to hear.
The son now sits in the woods with no one.
His heart, just a shadow of his past life.
He was the father’s one and only son.
Now truly that love only brings him strife.
A boy with an empty seat beside him,
All he can do now is sing a sad hymn.
Writer's Statement: Table on the Hill is about a boy and his father who would go to a table on a large hill in a park to think. The Poem also talks about the boy's grief after his father's death. The inspiration for this poem came from me losing my own father a couple years ago.