The pool is closed

The schools are full

Of the kids who swam all summer

The Geese are flying

South…I think

As they feel the cold

In their bones

And searching for a warmer

And more forgiving home…

These are they Rhythms

Of life that have been

Occurring for 78 years

Of my glorious God given

Life…

He keeps the Rhythm tapping

In this world on a constant

Timeline

That marches

To only His beat

And its only right

To praise His name

And the beauty if His

Creation….