Beyond the foothills
Of a mountains terrain.
Lies a pasture rich in soil,
That has no name.
Many years I have searched
For this valley, beyond the known.
Only to be lost in the quagmires
That lie in its immenient terrain.
One day I will find it
And it will be mine.
No longer will I search
Or will I ever more pine.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron