Sleepy Hollow

Nestled by the river, sheltered by the trees

Rests a little haven -- one of nature's symphonies.

In this tranquil rendevous where peace and beauty blend,

There is a sweet communion in the meeting of a friend,

For in this shining solitude false values slip away,

And only truth and beauty seem planted here to stay.

In this refreshing refuge all doors are opened wide

So faith and hope and happiness can always step inside.

They call it Sleepy Hollow, but the name I like the best

Is just the house of happiness where weary travelers rest.

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