Climbing that mountain we drove towards the top,

The road got so narrow we got worried and we stopped.

Remembering that spectacular view as we did go,

Like being in Heaven and looking at earth below.

Sharing the vision of the mountains and lake we could see,

So much love and sharing in those days that use to be.

Why can't Love always be there and never a part,

Why does that love leave us with an empty heart.

Those mountain visions our hearts did share,

Those memories of love may always be there.

By John E. Mingo Sr