Wood-Chute Mountain. Poem by dave lessard

The cold, sharp wind is blowing,
on this lovely mountaintop;
tomorrow, winter starts,
this year's brand new crop.
Soon the snows will come,
to cover all this ground;
but today, it's evergreen,
and autumn is still found.
Today we celebrate,
with dogs and exercise;
Wood-Chute mountain madness,
as time goes on and flies.
The goodness of the open air,
the beauty of the land;
scenic views that we possess,
from anywhere we stand.
Free from traffic's rush,
in solitude and peace;
gathering memories,
that never seem to cease.