Sitting atop the green grassy hill
City in my forfront I see a cross white in color
I go up to the top from a long dirt road
Leading to a steeple and acres of land all around
I walk up here from time to time
Where the air is so crisp and clear
The factories billowing smoke doesn't reach this place
I feel open-minded, ready to feel the warm breeze
Trees sway and glisten in the sunlight
The small town of Cadillac is resting
Tired from a laborous day in maufacturing industries
People go home to dine, and unwind and tend to their chores
But, something is up here, I say to myself
I am a curious girl and need to take a look
The sky is turning dark, and I gather my strength
To hike through the tall grass near some small dunes
Around the corner of a church there lies a forest
Tucked away and hidden there is something that awaits me
I bring a special friend to come explore with me
I see there are deer tracks layed out before me
i follow them and wonder where it may lead
I see a bunch of wood piled up and manmade
A teepee shaped stack in a fire pit lined with rocks
I also see what looks to be old couch cushions
Who could have been up here? Indians, white folk?
Anyone from the church has seen this, I wonder
I feel the mosquitos start to bite and wonder back through the forest
Back to civilization and where our truck is parked.
We decide to leave but we wonder if we should come back
The next few weeks we did and my boyfriend were amazed
That the grass was even thicker and we decided to lay
We felt the warm sum on our backs and flowers in bloom
We rolled down the steep hill and made memories there
I went away for awhile after we split up
Came back ten years later to find the cross still there
Sat by myself for a while listening to the noise of the town
It was different...the cross seemed smaller, as did the hill
I grew older and the air wasn't as fragrant.
My spirit longed to back with the one I was with
When we first discovered the hidden camp in the forest
I called up the same boy who now is a man
We chatted and decided we would trek up there again
I rode in his car and we took a tent with us
Risked being caught we hitched up our tent
And while laying there in the crisp of night
We held each other ever so tight, staring off
In the distance we could hear a loud voice
Sure enough a man from the church came forth
We explained we were just there for the night
This place wasn't so secretive after all
To us, it was our fort, our mysterious find
To the church it was tresspassing-perhaps a fine
So we packed up our things, our hands were ice cold
The night frost kept us awake and alert from thenceforth
We left in a hurry, and down the dirt-trodded hill
Back to civilization and where we knew our adventure would end
I said goodbye, and thanked the man for coming back again
To keep memories in our hearts and our spirits alive
I will go back again, but this time with my children
And tell them the story of the time my spirit was truly alive