Don’t You Wish It Were So?

dan-hinton Poems

There’s a little place we used to go Our second home that’s where we’d call It was a little running of river If you can call muddy water a river at all We named it the Chattahoochee Don’t know when, don’t know why Just liked the sound of this name Where we could give love a try So we fogged up the windows Of my old pickup truck and car Turns out we learnt a little about love Though the lesson didn’t get too far I was willing but she wasn’t ready So I went and bought us a burger and a snowcone I dropped her off early (But I didn’t go home ;) Those were good times Stretched out by the river on Friday nights Watching the fireflies Talking by pale moon light Dreaming about love Talking about women Just a few cans of beer And living for the minute. It was at Chatahoochee That I learned who I was A little bit of silence A little bit of love Chattahoochee was a place Was not much but it’s where I learnt to smile Well you might as well Life goes on for only a little while