Still Waters, Open Skies

I kept it simple, steady, and true,
Dust on my boots, sun burnin’ through,
Windows down, wind howling free
Movin’ slow, like a midnight sea.

Didn’t holler, didn’t raise no fuss
When things broke down, I fixed the rust.
A fence, a pipe, a friend in need,
Got ‘em fixed before the night took speed.

Fishin’ with Lir on Laguna’s shore,
Waitin’ on the big ones, legends and lore,
Talkin’ ‘bout the miles and the weight they bring,
Laughin’ loud, letting memories sing.

When the wind screamed, I’d set that kite,
Cutting sharp through fading light,
Like a wild boy chasing the sky,
Free as the breeze that’s never shy.

The river called; I stepped right in,
With cold river grace that cleanses sin.
A friendly preacher came to free,
Washing me beneath the mesquite tree.

Now I’m gone where the wild winds blow,
Fish still bitin’, kites still throw
Their shadows ‘cross the Corpus coast,
Where still waters whisper soft and close.

In Memory of Terry McGovern Robinson
November 13, 1952 – July 25, 2025