Where the brown Rock rolls through Janesville town, Traxler sits waiting where the river bends down. Once Goose Island ground, now a riverfront mark, Welcome to Janesville’s old Traxler Park. Cast in the lagoon, let the fishing line fall, Launch on the river or picnic with all. Playground and pavilion, volleyball too, A Rock River playground with plenty to do. Then skis start slicing and spray starts to fly, Rock Aqua Jays ripping beneath summer sky. Flip it, fly it, formation and spray, Janesville puts water-ski wonder on display. Walk where the memorials quietly stand, Honoring veterans who served this land. Purple Heart, Gold Star, generations in stone, A powerful corner where courage comes home. So fish it, float it, remember and play, Watch the brown Rock keep rolling away. From veterans remembered to skis making spray, Traxler tells Janesville in its own river way. Peace. Piece. Peas. Mr E and Justin Thyme
