As I stand in the woods, upon Leaves from the trees,

The leaves that have fallen from Autumn cool breeze.

As I look to the mountains, with peaks covered with snow,

I dream of those Mountains where I wanted to go.

I think of those days I walked in those woods,

Hand and hand with feelings, I wouldn't change if I could.

Those times of my Life seem so far away,

I'll keep dreaming of them, day after day.

By John E. Mingo Sr