My Allegheny Foothills

These hills roll out in great waves from

East to west as one great green splash

The clear streams in long steep valleys

All have tumbling waterfalls at nearly every drop

Small riffles will appear and if by magic

Trees, both great and small, crown each hill

Occasionally, even the clouds will join in

To create gracious pictures in forms that

Reflect some of our most treasured dreams

A train whistle will scream, now and then,

To invite you all to visit some faraway place

The farmyard supplies a medley of sounds

As a wildcat cries out of his loneliness here

The seasons bring along their own music

Autumn has the sound of bustling fallen leaves

While winter whistles a tune in the attic eaves

Spring has those swift moving fish that leap

And summer brings first chilling swim of the year

But the real attraction is that neighborliness

That clings to almost every Allegheny mountain home.