Seasonal Signs Trek Poem by Joseph Blitch

When the frost bush has begun to bloom;
A freeze will come with its chilling doom;
Journeying to escape winters freezing cold;
Our ancestors made trek from times of old;
We must relocate our lodgings southward;
To wait for spring's heat to move forward;
Leaving mountain streams cold water fish;
Comes cool springs healthy summer wish;
From the high hills where the big elk roam;
To flat green acreage, small deer's home;
From tree sheltered rocky cliffs we move;
To the tree less wonderful grassy smooth;
From the high big rocks on northern slope;
In the south savannah we'll wait with hope;
Waiting for the tall pecan trees to bud out;
Watching as its greenery begins to sprout;
Listing for the Whip-o-will call welcoming;
Springtime terminating the winter's chilling;
Among the black water hammocks we dwell;
Eager to return northward at the winters quell!