Whippoorwill (rewritten)

Whippoorwills

Childhood memories,
of warm southern nights;
The rhythmic squeak of the
front porch swing
in cadence with thousands of frogs,
cicadas and crickets.
A raucous cacophony of pulsating rhythm.
The whippoorwill joins in repeating his name,
"WHIPpoorWILL, WHIPpoorWILL, WHIPpoorWill".
Such is the music of warm southern nights,
the harmony of life in concert with time.

Childhood memories;
Had the old man blinked?
The porch swing was gone,
along with the porch.
Asphalt, packed flat in the sun,
where the old home place had stood.
Traffic noise, horns honking and sirens
has replaced the iambic meter of the
WHIP-poor-WILL
So goes the music of warm southern nights.
the progress of man in concert with time.