As I am looking,
looking out my window,
out towards the old woods road,
my thoughts go back awhile,
Oh, how the place is growed.
The rashberry bushes,
are there no more,
and into the sky,
the red pine trees soar
and the alder bushes grow.
The trail is still there,
but m legs are crippled,
so I cannot go out there;
I miss seeing the partridge,
beaver and the white tailed deer;
I miss all the colored leaves,
they are so pretty,
pretty this time of year.
God is good to me,
and I say thanks to Him,
because He provides these things,
even my eyes so these things I can see!
Wint68 