Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

Upon the hill

Where do all those rivers run
Which take so many far from here?
Some leave for a day or two
While others seem to go for years.
As I watch the waters flow
I feel a certain type of chill,
For I don't know the answer
And I am sure I never will.

Now, where do all the birds go
That catch a ride on thermals high?
Seem they disappear so quick
With quite a sound as they pass by.
Some will return in the spring
Yet there's a few I'll never see,
And for those now lost in time,
They're a mystery to me.

I sit through every season
And I change with the weather too;
I've watched old ones pass away
While mothers bring in life anew.
Day and night, through rain and snow,
Often saved from the lumber mill;
For eighty years I'm the tree
That sits alone upon the hill.

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