Rag Rock - Paul And I Went Up There One Night At Christmas Time And I Didnt See Any Christmas Lights On Houses. Poem by Gayle M. Citrus Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney +

When I was a child on Rag Rock blueberries surprised me
Near shady trees.
The berries revealed a dark, sparkling blue and caught a deep, rich,
Dreamy breeze.
Brown dirt footpaths can be quietly followed
Warmed by the heavenly sun.
Some summer days white clouds greet the bright, dancing sky
With a happy welcome!
A cliff not far from the woods where
A little berrying still can be done,
Might have helped an old, sacred homeland at one time
From being overrun.
Way up high this threshold enchants us purely
With a magnificent sight.
The cliff is now softly taken only by the
falling twinkling twilight.