Old Penryn Town

Ah tis a glorious morn in Old Penryn Town A chill in the air, sparkling frost on the ground The Sun rising o're the mountains and trees to the East What a beautiful sight .. for these old eyes a grand feast The garden is aglow as it greets the new day The flowers and plants rising from their sleep in the usual way The field basks in the sunshine and soon the geese will arrive Settling in to rest and feed on the pond what a sight for sore eyes At the foot of the Sierras Old Penryn Town does quietly rest The remnants of old orchards paint a clear picture of its glorious past The hills and valleys provide a small shelter from the cities that lay beyond Bathing everything in their beauty as if created by a mystical magic wand In the distance a lonely train whistle can be heard loud and clear As the train's monotonous hum draws ever more near People traveling to somewhere, supplies destined for those further North The train tracks form a majestic hi way as they weave back and forth Every day in Old Penryn Town is a gift to be cherished I often think of those that settled this land and then quietly perished Their spirits cast an invisible cloud covering this beautiful land And sometimes at night they can be felt among us .. still lending a hand Life provides many challenges and often our rewards are too few And to find peace and comfort is something most of us seldom do So I am thankful that my love and I settled on this most hallowed ground As each day is a blessing in Old Penryn Town