Settling in the Pines

Dweeb

SETTLING IN THE PINES (Bohnenberger)

Time going past with
little way of measuring

Sun dropping faster
to the edges of the land

The reckoning
of when it all will end

Uncertain factor
When light becomes the night

The time still flows
As everybody knows

We do those things
no telephone will ring

A wrist is bare
A watch we do not wear

Slow or fast
the future or the past?

We fin’ly realize that there is no emergency

The sun is dropping down until we see it
Settling in the Pines

An unmistaken sign
The marker of the time

We know that we should go back home and have our dinnertime

Our days are filled with
laughing and adventuring

The sun is high and
All the water glistening

From here on high
The world is spread below

But dinnertime is
the thing we do not know

We find a way
To tell the time of day

The secret lies
toward the western skies

We tell the time
by intersecting lines

We judge the day
With such a simple way

We turn our vessel’s bow
back toward the shore

When we see the sun is fin’ly near
Settling in the Pines

An unmistaken sign
The marker of the time

We know we have to go back home and have our dinnertime

When the sun is in the pines
And food is on our mind

We go back home