Winter Retreat
Once the beach was my favorite place,
but now the mountains, I make my escape.
The cool crisp air in early Fall,
this is Heaven, and my name it calls.
A little retreat way up high,
My refugee is almost, where the birds fly.
As Winter comes howling through the great Pine Trees,
I know this is the only place for me.
Snow covered mountains that rise to the sky,
and down below a frozen pond lies.
Smoke from the chimney, gives a cozy hello,
telling your neighbors, you are home once more.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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