A sweet Strawberry Hill
When we grew up
Didn’t know much
But what we knew
Helped us as we grew
Brothers together
Brothers alone
Getting older
And only talking on the phone
I remember Strawberry Hill
In a simpler time
Easy place
Growing up
Now we feel so straight lace
When we were kids
We never thought today would come
But underneath this Lake Michigan sun
There is nowhere left to run
But together
Brothers
As one
Strawberry Hills sounds like a paradise of childhood memories. This made me remember distant events in my life in the past. Very well written poem.
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