Mount Beacon

As the heavens cast a shadow,
On Mount Beacon, majestic and high
There were fleecy white clouds
In a light blue sky,
As the Hudson River flowed gently by. The trees in their glorious color array,
Would simply take your breath away.
'Twas a beautiful indian summer day,
With fleecy white clouds
In a light blue sky,
As the Hudson River, flowed gently by. All too soon this scene shall fade
As the leaves to Earth will fall,
When the cold and winds of winter come
And snow to cover all. But Spring will return with leaves of green,
On Mount Beacon, majestic and high,
With fleecy white clouds
In a light blue sky,
As the Hudson River, flows gently by.

by Martha Tittle

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