Windy Hill

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WINDY HILL
Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea,
sweet, warm, plump Cape berries of indigo,
on Windy Hill, a special place for me.

From there I can see the white beach clearly -
feel wind, hear waves pounding, watch the tide flow.
Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea.

My heart beat loud as the throb of the sea
when he said, “You’re shy as a wildwood doe,”
on Windy Hill, a special place for me.

It is where he first told me he loved me.
“I love you,” he said, “I won’t let you go.”
Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea.

We kissed each other very carefully.
A Windy Hill kiss tastes of blueberry.
Wild blueberries grow by the sunswept sea,
on Windy Hill, a special place for me.