Like a Lazy Green Snake
Catfish loved that river. We did too
Small boys and old men, women who
Fried the fish and served them on big platters.
Summertime in the great depression but
Down at the river, living was a celebration..
A motley crew. we kids in our cut-off jeans
Straw hats , always barefoot, big cotton
Rags in our pocket that we wrapped around
Whatever creature we managed to catch.
We were living in a paradise of mud
And water. Our catches were few but
Appreciated. We stayed at the river all
Day, munching bread and jelly sandwiches
Drinking water Mom filled for us from the
Kitchen sink, river water could make you
Sick. Girls complained about the mud.
Mom got mad when we tracked it through
Old willow trees grew along the bank. We
Believed they were there when the Indians
Lived here. They were all twisted into
Strange shapes, It was easy to climb out on
A branch and lay there watching the water
On its trip to the sea, Someday we would
Go there, too.