On Heaven's Lofty Stairs Poem by A. P. Hancock

Come climb with me this autumn day, up Grandad's favorite hill
I know it's quite a walk for us, but the view gives such a thrill

You know the last time we were there, the sky was more than blue
The jays and wrens were singing loud, we stared at nature's hues

You found that place among the rocks, that we had never seen
We promised not to tell a soul, not even Billie Jean

We played among the wildfire blooms, and spied a goosedown flock
We never even thought one time, of the hands on that old clock

Another thing we didn't do, was worry, fuss or fret
We didn't even think about, old sorrows or regrets

For that sweet day we put aside, the stress and hurried cares
We lived like kings and queens of old, on heaven's lofty stairs