They walk these hills in the middle of the night,
We don’t see them.
As we sleep tight!
Their many footprints, cover the town.
After the sun has gone down.
The memories of our ancestors.
Continue on, longer through the night.
They set the course and did what was right,
The souls of many,
Who gave us our names,
Their lives were hard, from morning to night,
They didn’t have time.
To play stupid games.
They took the first step and travelled far,
Many months aboard a sailing ship.
We don’t know how lucky we are!
There was no five star hotel,
Waiting for them to arrive.
And they were lucky to get here alive,
Next time you look in a mirror,
Spare a thought for who you really are!
They walk these hills, late at night,
And because of them,
We have life, come daylight.
— Dennis Freeman 2022©
