Butternut Hill

Posted: August 11, 2017 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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I’m going to go there again some day
It has been many years
when I walked arm and arm with my sisters
and sang crazy rock and roll songs
And laughed how the new tune could be sang
using the name of our Butternut Hill.

Our Butternut Hill,
So well known for bad brakes
pumping our bicycles up the slope
slowing down all of the way.
spinning a tire on the loose gravel
reaching , reaching for the top.

Known for its bread trucks and
bottled milk men
That slid backwards on the ice
past the stop sign
across Highway 2
and into the ditch below.

Butternut Hill
Why do I remember it still
Just a steep grade on a short block
and now so much easier to climb.
Downhill north, uphill south
Where I learned to reach.

DSS

 

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Comments
  1. Aw. This brought tears to my eyes. Your memories of Butternut Hill are precious. Beautiful poem, DSS!
    Hey!? Did you find your thrill there? šŸ˜€
    HUGS!!! šŸ™‚

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