A huge light beige sand dunerising between the ocean and the baythat has been there for centuries,yet is constantly changed by wind and weather.The footprints of the day’s touristsare gone with each new sunrise,mysteriously snatched by the night windsonly to be filled in by the dawn breezeslike spring dandelionsresponding to the lure of the sun.
Signs identify the vegetation around its basefor the city folk: Bayberry, Live Oak,Southern Waxy Myrtle, and Swamp Grass,but there is no plant brave enoughto try to live at the top.The top is the province of the wind,alive with change, ever purified.
Adult visitors seem to sensethe fragility of the hill,walk gingerly, trying not to scarthe pristine loveliness provided each morning.
Yet their kids may have a better understandingof the essence of the place,sliding down the hill merrily on their buttsand watching their tracks blow awayknowing that they cannot hurt this hillwith only their God given bodies and enthusiasm.
- Bill Kenney Florham Park NJ