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