Blueberry Hill, a poem by Ash Douglas at

Blueberry Hill

Blueberry Hill

written by: Ash Douglas



when the blueberries come back…so do you
we’re together again
scraping and scrounging along the hillside
every three paces we fill our cups

the colour blue today is for happiness
its sweet taste…a reminder of your touch
as I hold a few on the day they first appear

the air is the same chill
trees with the same tinge of change
cloud shadows still pass over me like they did
I see them at my feet

I am seven again
catching up with your pace
as my bucket spills over
on blueberry hill

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