Spring arrives in typical bipolar fashion
With a warm hug and then a chilly rebuff
Like a gasp of love then a sigh of despair
Every flower lives under threat of a freeze
He was born in Missouri when the Civil War was on
And moved to Cayce, Kentucky, as a boy
He was nicknamed for the little railway town
And his wooden train was by far his favorite toy.
It rises as if to meet the sun god halfway in the sky
Embraced by ever faithful grass and worshipful trees
On the Natchez Trace where many pioneer graves lie
Where Indian chants were once carried on the breeze.
Checked into the Daniel Boone Motel in Pikeville, Kentucky, while
Traveling alone and stretched my limbs which were pretty cramped
'Elbow room! ' as Dan'l would say, what a nice respite from psycho
Drivers and zoning out and now my bodymind can get revamped.
The air is as crisp as ripe apples and the low-lying sun is dazzling
The clamoring voices of summer are now just haunting echoes
Dead leaves skitter and whirl in the cool wind as if morbidly merry
Blankets of gray unfold in the sky and below it are growing shadows.