Fountains

Remembering those care free hours,

The talks, the love, and the flowers.

Sharing the times together learning,

Creating a bond and heating a yearning,

Down at the Fountains.


Your eyes as they glowed bright blue;

What your pretty face could make me do,

Bear my soul, and open up my heart;

Times that will never from me depart,

Down at the Foutnains.


I’ll forever remember; desiring very much,

To once again feel the love, and your touch.

Yet all I will take with me are those good times,

The smells, the atmosphere and the lines,

Down at the Fountains.


The road in the future is not by me known,

And the times we have are from God on loan.

All the seconds and the hours we spent together

Were spent wisely getting to know each other better,

Down at the Fountains.


 

Earl "Griz" Nida

25 January, 1998