Swirling waters silver blue,
crimson cardinals flying through,
flashes of gold and of green,
the bowfin swims down the stream.

The sound of cattails as they sway,
rock thrown splashes as children play,
across the water, the croak of bullfrogs,
and in the distance the sound of dogs.

Honeysuckle tasting sweet,
wild strawberries what a treat,
tastebuds tickled with sheep shower,
and puckered faces with dock that's sour.

The springtime sun burns my skin,
then was stuck by a catfish fin,
its sticky slime, hard to get off,
finally used a rough cotton cloth.