Bunker Hill Memories
The slopes behind my school of yesteryear
are still rolling through my mind so clear.
Sledding down the hills and feeling free
are my Bunker Hill memories still within me.
We dashed over there when school was out
and slid down the hills the whole day throughout.
And when the snow was tightly packed
we could go further ahead and up and back.
Fond memories I have of Bunker Hill School,
still in my heart and still brand new.
I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond
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