Grandfathers are the mountains we call home:
Rugged rock--faced remnants of our soul,
Alps far grander then our hill and knolls,
Now sheltering the fiels through which we roam.


Dare we understand what they have been:
Father of children of our dream:
As we know them,bathing in their streams,
They were the walkers of the Gods within.


How beautiful the stand though far away!!
Each the guardian of a long lost child.
Reached alone by those,whose love has smiled.
So happily it danced right through their day.''