There's a place deep in the mountains covered in Pine,

Where all who come are looking for what's mine.

Where these good boys and girls utter all kinds of sounds,

Ones I can hear deep below the ground.

Where friends, strangers, child, and brother

Search for an escape like none other.

Where an experience or adventure is something to treasure,

Wrapped up safe and cloaked with much pleasure.

Where the cold, dark nights call for fires to be lit,

And body heat isn't enough to stoke the endless pit.

Where ombre sunsets rival the brightest of loves,

And hatchets to scare even the most innocent doves.

Hemlock Ranch is a place for the dreamers to dream,

And nightmares for others where they may even scream.