The valley is full of shadows now
Only the upper slopes retain the sun
I spend most of my days
Watching the trains pass by
This brings me a great pleasure
As I convalesce in my upper room
When I am better I will explore the area
As its beauty takes my breath away
Yesterday I saw Viola Gresham on a train
She saw me and waved quite wildly
From the windows of her observation car
I could not understand what she was saying to me
But I knew that she had finally returned