I can remember days long gone
When we had trails to hike upon
That wound through forests clad in green
Up wooded hillsides by a stream
Along the bend where moss rose grew,
Look up you’ll catch a patch of blue.
Hundreds of trees of every size
Parade before your very eyes
Oh such a sight it was to see
What I would give once more to be
Alive upon those mountainsides
Where bits of God’s true wealth resides !
Claire V. Bogdanos 