Blueberry Hill

It's what we danced to,
On Blueberry Hill, slow and
dreamy, melted into one
another's juvenile arms,
feeling mature and oh so
ready for love. Those dance
songs of that faraway era, 
with their promise and
premise of young love
conquering time and
adversity fuelled our young
and uncertain passion, our
dreams of the future - ours,
together. The future has
long since come and gone.
We took our children to pick
berries on blueberry hill
and now, sixty years later, 
you wait patiently for me to
top those hills we climb
together in the sun and the
wind, summer and winter.
And, in the evening of our lives 
enfold me again in your arms
to dance to Blueberry Hill.