In The Valley Poem by Artie T. Hoffpauir

Deep in the forest
Deep in the woods
The trees grow tall
The flowers grow wild
The rivers run free
The water ripple
In the brook
The marsh lands are cover
With beauty all over
Just about anywhere
You look
There's something
Beautiful to see
Down in the valley
The mission bells ring
Down in the valley
The choir sings
The corn fields are bare
The whippoorwills call
The north wind blows
The storm clouds roll
The rain falls
Smoke fom the chimney
Drift through the air
Summer is gone
And winter is here