Clifford W. Ketchum
Ah, look, my friend, the scene before us now:
As far as eye can see, from where we stand,
The beauty of the woods, the lakes below,
The far-off mountain tops surround the land.
The lakes reflect the beauty of the sky
All crimson now with sunset's golden glow.
From far away, to all that lies near-by
Creation's wonder sin abundance flow.
The seasons' changing, ever blending hues