Snyder's Bend

The Cedar River looks like a fountain
To strangers on the Raider's Mountain;
But, when rain falls on Raider's ridges,
The Cedar grows, the water flows
Through rainbow bridges.

Sometimes a dream gives me delight;
I picture things not in my sight;
It's like the past is calling me;
I start to see fish swimming in my memory.

I have worked hard; I have shed tears;
I have been gone for thirty years.
I wonder now; does Mother still
Live on the skirts of Cedarville?

A poet dies, a sparrow flies;
After I have just wings and eyes,
I want the Lord to let me spend
Some happy hours at Snyder's Bend.