This a song about Peanut Butter Hill
So in a way it might be about you.
It’s about neighborhood kids that go out to play
But the special ones that wait for a rainy day.

Others would play in the sun and grass
Or throw stuff at the fish in the pond.
We would wait for the clouds to get grey
Promising that rain is on its way.

Soon the dry creek would rise above our shoes
We all cheered loudly to spread the good news.
Our favorite hill melted into a wall of brown
Too slippery to easily climb up or down.

You keep your hands in your pockets
To get to the top of Peanut Butter Hill.
Most of us slid half way back each time
And laughed so hard on Peanut Butter Hill.

This a song about Peanut Butter Hill
So in a way it might be about you.
Enormous leaning trees embraced imagination
A play house or needed fortress for generations.

Today the trees have all but fallen down
The hillsides have eroded and barely left a clue.
Of the adventures we all remember still
And the fun we had on Peanut Butter Hill.

You keep your hands in your pockets
To get to the top of Peanut Butter Hill.
Most of us slid half way back each time
And laughed so hard on Peanut Butter Hill.

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  1. […] wrote “Peanut Butter Hill” on 1-21-2021 as I was walking through the woods near our home. I take walks in the same park almost […]

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