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Majestic
mountains reaching up towards the sky
With
such beauty to fill a young lad's eye
A
calling which started long ago with my Dad
As
he took to the mountains every chance that he
had
Taking us among rolling hills and
clear gentle streams
What memories he did
leave us to carry in our dreams
Watching a
big full moon rise high on a Summer
night
Giving such a beauty to the mountains
with its light
The call of the mountains Dad instilled
in my soul
And though I lived near the big
City Shenandoah was my goal.
When I was
finished school to those mountains I did
come
Not even knowing where my work or food
would come from
In a little six room house with no water
and only a path
Chopping wood for the tin
heater for water for a bath
Times were sure
hard but I could always smile
For the beauty
of the valley made it all worthwhile
Swimming or fishing at the creek, we made
our own fun
Or just a walk along the bank was
nice when we were done
Swinging over the
water on the grapevine was always a treat
And
such fun to cool off from the hot Summer heat
That was long ago when I began having my
Dad's dreams
But I still can see in his eyes
that far away gleam
When he would plan for
those trips, the days a countin'
I'm carrying
out Dad's dream for those majestic mountains
Sept 9 2008 by John T. Smithİ
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