The Hill

I inhabit a house      
It's said to be mine      
Not too big not too small      
I like it just fine      
     
I have a garden      
With mossy grass      
Upon a rocky hill      
Chimes Sunday mass      
     
Up there on the rocks      
Jesus in concrete      
Says little child little child      
I think that's neat      
     
Tourists park to use      
Drones and cameras      
My kitchen window is big      
I pose for them as      
     
Little child little child      
I know no one can see      
I still do it      
Jesus watches me      
     
Can't say I'm religious      
Gonna join the choir      
Something about that hill      
Propels me higher      
     
Seagulls glide along      
Showing off their skill      
They too call me      
To climb up my hill