Pennsylvania winter feels like Adirondack fall
But of all the sights and heart warmed nights
I miss you most of all
Pennsylvania mountains are just Adirondack hills
But amidst the trees and age laced leaves
My heart The Spirit stills
Pennsylvania's cloaked in green; and in the forests romp the deer
Amongst cast iron talks and wooded walks
I wish that you were here
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
Pennsylvania winter feels like Adirondack fall
But of all the sights and heart warmed nights
I miss you most of all
Pennsylvania mountains are just Adirondack hills
But amidst the trees and age laced leaves
My heart The Spirit stills
Pennsylvania's cloaked in green; and in the forests romp the deer
Amongst cast iron talks and wooded walks
I wish that you were here