My Mountain Home

I sit at home not at home this place is not for me…….

I long to hear the horses bay I long to hug an aspen tree……

I long for mountains big and wide I long for dusty trail…..

I long for ponil, base, and clarks I long for I-camp mail…..

I go to sleep on a queen sized bed with covers nice and warm….

But In my head Id like to sleep with sleeping bag in arm….

And when will I return to there I never will quite know…..

But in my heart I long to see my Philmont home in shunshine, rain, or snow…..