When your mountain trail is long and daunting
And your spirit is feeling cold and wanting;
Like a far away flicker of firefly light,
Or Polaris, bright, in the high dark night.

There's a glow that seems to guide you homeward bound
And bids you welcome without sound;
It shines it's light for your safe return,
The porch light waits with patient burn.

When your steep trail tumbles to the valley floor
May you ride to the light at your front door.

Just some simple words...

Words are about as durable
As campfire smoke
Scattered by breezes
As quick as they're spoke.

Yet, when captured by the dewdrops
As cobwebs of rhyme
Some words turn to diamonds
Preserved for all time.