Up on Lemon Hill, by Bobby Warner

(F.F.F. Website Story)

It’s so peaceful, so beautiful, and that’s why we come so often. This is our beloved spot, here atop Lemon Hill, where we can see the landscape for miles around.

We hold hands, and some sometimes think back to the day we decided to stay. A storm came up, dark clouds rolled, lightning forked down from the sky.

We ran quickly, but not quickly enough. A brilliant flash, then no more pain, no more sorrow.

Sometimes we look down at the cemetery and the tombstones with our names. Now we no longer have need for names, up here on Lemon Hill.

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