By Arden Michael
Any of us that have traveled
Know, from roads we have went
The right hill or mountain
Have quite a story, well spent.
For there are really no two
That are ever quite the same
As you go out to identify them
It almost becomes a game.
The memory of many times
When our brother drove over the hill
It would make stomach turn over
And was really quite a thrill.
That’s something we could never get
While driving across the plains
Go have that great experience
And I won’t have to explain.
On seeing those mountains at the distance
It about looks like out there
But it was only a tall mountain
Standing up in the air.