On Whimberry Hill
It's where we found our thrill
up there on Whimberry Hill
though I complained
that it might rain
and said there was a chill
You said that it was fine
the sun would surely shine
wind in your hair
but you didn't care
the only clouds were mine
We sat to admire the view
holding hands stained berry blue
though tums grumbled
for fruit crumble
saucer pie later would do
Walking back late afternoon
summer had ended too soon
grass in your hair
you didn't care
singing to your own tune.
Copyright © Martin Challender | Year Posted 2024
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