We walked along the crystal stream,
Melting snow, in swollen banks,
To be with you, a waking dream,
Every moment, I give thanks.
We call ourselves Americans;
Have we erased the past?
Forgotten how this land was won?
Can't hear the distant blast?
I find it difficult, to meet this one,
My search has traveled far,
Well beneath the setting sun,
Seems the distance of a star.
Naked I came, naked I'll leave,
Naked was I, when first conceived,
Naked I thought, naked I learned,
Naked was I, when first I yearned,
Ever so long we've strolled our path,
Hand in hand, with a spin and whirl,
Passing time's withheld its wrath,
Gliding on, through this final twirl.
Winter's day has seen its last,
The clocks are winding down,
O're the hills a shadow's cast,
Lamenting; the lonely sound.
How far do you reach, my family tree?
How many, born and died;
Great grandfather sailed from Germany,
His past, was soon set aside.
I thank you for this life,
To experience a chance,
To feel the hidden wonders,
At more than just a glance.
An idea begins with creative thought,
Followed soon by drawing a plan,
Finding a location, timely sought,
Measurements consistent with span.