A Poem For Lorlee's Dad

SPRINGS

He almost  skipped

    a once in a lifetime trip

      to Switzerland

         because

           it would interfere

             with planting

               his spring garden.

In his farmer's soul

    my Dad knew

       we are given

         finite springs

Once a spring

    is gone

      it and its potential

        can’t be reclaimed

Though like his springs

    he is gone

      that wisdom

        and urgency

          live in me

As my own

  springs flit by

    I do my best

       to make

         each one

           count

I do it for me

I do it

  in his

    memory

In my mind’s eye

   I see him

      smile

----by Lorlee Bartos, Spring 2015
Flowers by Lorlee. . . blooming near the adjacent Texas highway department right-of-way she also cultivates.