"Farewell to the Rockies"

The most wonderful gift, My memory calls...

Are the beautiful mountains, The rush of the falls.

The chatter of birds, The whisper of trees,

In a warm summer mourn, Sends in a soft breeze.


On a clear summers day, Not a cloud fills the sky,

The water shines bright, From Crystals' of light.

From change of bright green, To aqua clear blue,

My favourite memory, lies there with you....


My heart felt so sad, When I had to go....

To the bustle of the city, Where no rivers flow,

To the rushing of cars, The smoke fills the air....

Having to leave, Just didn't seem fair....


I will always remember, What I left behind,

The dreams of the mountains that someone once climbed.....

Someday I'll come back, To visit with you,

My heart I have left, In memory of you.....