The Rolling Hills of Stephentown

Snow covers the ground and dusts the trees.

Dark little birds fly wherever they please,

Wild animals is what one sees,

In the rolling hills of Stephentown.

 

The road curves sharply just up ahead.

Wood stoves burn creating a warm bed.

Oh how beautiful! Is what is said,

In the rolling hills of Stephntown.

 

Woodpeckers peck to their heart's content.

Whipping wind blows wherever its sent,

This is where my humbled heart is lent,

In the rolling hills of Stephentown.

 

- by Pauline Marie Daley

  February 5th, 2007