Words Fade with Time
There’s a dry creek that runs down to the back forty.
The cattle use it for a trail to get to the front fifty.
An access road faces the city
Down to the Ouachita River.
The rocks have been chipped up and broken
On the backs of them I have written their tokens
An orchrastated secret coding
Messages only lonely souls can understand
Dark and prophetic, waiting to pass
Come the spring it will rain
The creek fills -- the words will start their journey
The rushing water taking them to their new destination
Most of the words get washed away
But there’s not a day that goes by
That someone doesn’t pick up a stone
They can only wonder what it originally said
So many different thoughts
Run through their heads.
Some are poems
Some are songs
None last very long
There like vapors
Like tears in your eyes
You try to wipe away
Burning and stinging, the salt stays
through out all your living days.
Some even rhyme
Words fade with time.