
Majestic mountains reaching
up towards the sky
With such beauty to fill a young lads 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 my
soul
And tho 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 so 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/Heavens
Gates
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Jeremiah 31: 3
The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying,
Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love:
therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.


John and his
Dad
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