Down Through the Valley
August 11, 2010
By Rose Marie Rideout

I look down through the Valley,
From where I call home,
I’ve missed all it’s beauty,
Often feeling alone.
The blue clear waters,
Surrounded by trees,
The beauty, the Valleys,
Such a wonder to see.

We don’t notice it for years,
That we live there each day,
After years we start longing,
Missing it while we are away.
The trees standing tall,
covering the Valleys along the way,
Beautiful God given gifts,
What more can I say.

Look at the clear skies so clear,
You hear it’s whisper from above,
Put together the picture,
Fill your heart with pure love.
I now look down through the Valleys,
To the place I call home,
Missing all of the beauty,
As I once again roam.