JACKSON'S HILL
| Every town should have a special place Where memories never chill And in our town that special place Is known as Jackson's hill I don't know how it got it's name It seems nobody did But that's the name it's always had Since I was just a kid It's located in a forest That is just outside of town It's reserved for mother nature To display her floral gown The wildlife is so varied And they play without a care In this peaceful slice of heaven With it’s atmosphere so rare The birdlife is prolific And their songs are sweet and clear They live in deep contentment For they're protected here From my earliest recollection That hill was part of me And if my parents sought me They knew where I would be This great hill has a fire trail That all the kids knew well We'd race down in our billycarts Like lunatics from hell We'd drag our homemade speed machines Right to the very top And until we reached the bottom There was no way we could stop Sometimes we'd hit a rough spot And go into a spin I remember losing two front teeth And quite a lot of skin I met my very first love With an impact that could kill I clipped her with my billycart Halfway down Jackson's hill 'Though I was only nine years old And she was only eight I felt that very instant That I'd found my lifelong mate Her knee was lacerated And her words were not too kind She used swear words I'd never heard The best ones she could find She finally forgave me And we shared some happy days But alas, our love was not to be We went our separate ways Then in my later teen years I felt that mating thrill And I did some serious courting On the slopes of Jackson's hill And in my early manhood My own family was begun And I introduced 'old Jackson' To my daughter and my son And as I watched them laugh and play History turned it's page And I relived my childhood From a distant time and age Though now I'm in my later years You'll often find me still Wandering with the wildlife That live on Jackson's hill It was here I learned of nature And watched the seasons change The years have flown so swiftly Sometimes it feels so strange And when my heart was heavy And I had lost my way I'd wander up to Jackson's hill And here I'd kneel and pray This hill has such a magic All emotions it can span And I've shared that magic constantly From childhood through to man I can scan the slopes and plainly see The good times of the past Those memories are so fresh and clear I know they'll always last I see again the many friends I knew in yesteryear Though most of them have vanished I still can find them here I can sit in contemplation And let my thoughts run free I have loved this hill a lifetime So this hill belongs to me And when my time is over And my life has had its fill I pray they'll spread my ashes Up here on Jackson's hill K.D. Abbott © 2008 |
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