Kent Hollow road burrows through the Green mountains

Bear mountain, where the moon rises

Egg mountain guardian to the north

Listen to the rustling leaves as they reach for the sun

Deer nibble on succulent apples

A porcupine waddles on his way

Climb to the lookout

A walk to Beebe road

The brook speaks to you

Babbling its song of joy

Collecting wildflowers along the way

Memories that never seem to change