Last Ten Miles

The most beautiful drive we take each year

ends a thousand miles from here.

But, the distance quickly fades 

and 

we know it's all worthwhile 

in those last ten miles.

We travel up a mountain road among tall pines

along a winding stream.

We cross bridge after bridge as in a dream

and finally we reach our little cabin on the stream.

We see the steam still rising from our very own hot spring.

We stay all summer long and fish and hike

and entertain and endless train

until the leaves begin to change

and the we go before the snow

but we take our ten mile parting mighty slow.