Sarvey Hills Memories

Along the tracks to Sarvey Hill,

Where time stands frozen, always will,

I walk with Grandpa always beside,

Each step echoing our shared stride.

Through microburst paths we climbed that day,

The hill face steep, but found our way,

Like mountain goats on fallen trees,

Two generations on hands and knees.

Remember, Gramp, that autumn dawn?

Dropping over the top, and buck that burst like summer's fawn,

Our hearts stopped short, then raced as one,

While golden light caught your old gun.

Your weathered stand still holds the views

Where you taught me patience, shared your truths,

While sunrise painted Sarvey's crown,

And wisdom passed without a sound.

Through rain and snow and autumn gold,

Up afternoon trails, both young and old,

To separate stands we'd slowly climb,

Each hunt a treasure stored in time.

Then after dark, beneath the stars,

We'd find our way back to the wheelers,

Your stories flowing rich and deep,

Like secrets only night could keep.

That Sunday hunt you made me stay,

"You never know," I heard you say,

Then there he stood, my first buck there,

Your pride as bright as mountain air.

Named your dog Sarvey just for you,

For all these memories tried and true,

For every lesson that you shared,

For showing me how much you cared.

Some say a mountain's just a hill,

But Sarvey holds our spirit still,

In every tree and shadowed space,

I find the echo of your grace.

These moments, Gramp, they're yours and mine, Carved deeper than the oldest pine,

No time or distance can erase

The love we shared in this wild place.

For Sarvey's not just earth and stone,

But every value that you've shown,

Each sacred morning spent with you,

Each star-lit walk, each mountain view.

Whenever I climb those trusted trails,

Where autumn wind tells ancient tales,

I will always feel you walking by my side,

In Sarvey's heart, where you abide.