

The Lodge
A lodge so quiet,
In the morning glow,
Will soon come alive,
With skiers abound.
The far off bridge,
Will bring them in,
Carloads and truckloads,
To enjoy the snow.
We have an orchard in the east,
We have slopes all around,
We have dark clouds in the north,
From the mountains beyond.
We have trees and hills,
Across the way west,
Our skiers will ski,
In the south, west, and east.
When the sun starts to set,
We will set fire to the logs,
And serve hot chocolate,
In an old fashioned way,
And our visitors will sleep,
All comfy and warm.
Kimberly Johnson
1-12-07