Change with the Seasons

This poem is dedicated to the San Marcos River in San Marcos, Texas.  I miss it.


Change with the Seasons

Out comes the sun

To smile on the flesh

Of all of these kids

Half grown and half fresh

Lie on the grass

Glide on the water

Try hard to forget

The words of your fathers

Take your time in this world

It's one of a kind

When you leave this place

You leave it behind

Down falls the rain

All over the faces

Wrinkled and stained

By faraway places

Think back to the days

The world really shined

All that you wanted

Was all you could find

Change with the seasons

Save your resistance

Take pleasure in knowing

Your place in existence