C. T. Suddeth

Charles Suddeth

We climbed Blueberry Hill, my sweetheart and I,

We fought off crows, swatted flies.

We fled from angry bulls and hungry bears,

We lugged our buckets, said never a cross word.

We hunted for berries or anything to eat,

But not on that hill, that cold, lonesome hill.

Any berry would have done, so famished were we,

Nothing did we find, not on Blueberry Hill.

We wandered to town that very same day,

We never again spoke of visiting that hill,

She told me goodbye, down I did fall,

Never did I return to Blueberry Hill.