Pendle Hill

by John Lock   May 22, 2019

Pendle Hill

How cool the woodland carpet feels
Under tender barefoot heels
Days of laughter, childhood rambles
Emerging from the leafy brambles
Over the stile and down the dell
Breathing the dark mushroomy smells
Sandra, Davy, me and Jill
Climb the slope to Pendle Hill
Buttercup pollen on calf and shoe
Whisper grass still wet with dew
Up and down we ran and ran
"Catch me; catch me, if you can
Cross-legged in the birch tree shade
Stolen apples, lemonade
The happy times I remember still
Of summertime on Pendle Hill
Tired from racing chasing games
We gather round the campfire flames
Tell the tales of pirates bold
Of sailing ships and Spanish gold
High above this fabled land
You snuggle close and take my hand
Safe and warm from twilights chill
First love bloomed on Pendle Hill


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  • 6 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Pendle hill reminds me of when I was growing up. I think everyone should have a Pendle hill growing up. A lovely write. Milly x

  • 6 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Pendle Hill sounds like a perfect place for sweet memories to stay safe and sound.

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