Herkules Hill
I left what was familiar to me and I took a bus into Diablo, a town in the high hills of Wisconsin
I passed by a crowded park where many people enjoyed the day
I pulled the string, but the bus pushed on
I continued up the hill....
Finally, I exited the bus where the hair of the hills met the clouds in the sky
The streets called to me the moment I stepped foot onto the unfamiliar pavement,
Silent and peaceful the streets were
I explored the many homes there
Each home had its own special dwelling
There were wide homes, tall homes, and homes with doors so beautiful you would lose your eyes should you exceed a glance
I came to a home, light gray, ancient orange, and origin black in color
This home called to me, I became the home and the home became me in an instant
The home consumed me, the shutters took over me in that moment
I knew at this moment that this home would be my eternal resting place
I knew this home would bury me and revive me once more -Herkules Hill
















