-Philmont-
When I first seen
They sky line view,
And all the green
Sprouting new.
I knew this was,
Where I belonged.
For I have dreamed,
Of this so long.
The smell of pine needles
Brought me ease.
Along with
The open breeze.
Though times were tough
We kept on going.
We would never forget this
For the years of coming.
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