Little boy with a fishing pole
not a care in the world he knows where to go;
down to the river to a little-hidden cove
perfect for catfishing and a great swimming hole.
He’s careful who he tells, just a few friends
sharing his secret before summer ends.
He has to sneak past the house next door,
no girls allowed that’s the pact they all swore.
In a just a few years he’ll change his mind,
alone with a girl, he’ll leave his friends behind.
Maybe he’ll take Clair, or her big sis, Stacy,
Little Becky Reese, or Ben’s cousin Tracy.
This time is sure fun, but one day he’ll be grown
A mortgage, a job, two kids of his own
He can’t wait to show them his little cove
Holding their hands and three fishing poles.
I wrote this two years ago today