CoyoteMagic
RIP ?-2014
This is just a little something I wrote a few years back and thought I would share it with ya'll.
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SUMMER IN THE SOUTH
Waterholes and tarzan swings,
Minnows nipping at everything.
A pick-up game in the corner lot,
No one wins, it got too hot.
Creek mud squishing between your toes,
Freckles popping out on your nose.
Hunting crawdads and big bullfrogs,
Looking for lizards in rotting logs.
Junebugs tied to a string,
Amazing colors of a butterfly wing.
Katydid's talking all through the night,
Minature flashbulbs, firefly lights.
Big and ugly plameto bugs, ick!
Clickity clack down the fence with as stick.
Ice cream dripping like falling rain,
A distant whistle, the 10 o'clock train.
Dime store candy in a bag,
Kick the can and capture the flag.
Grandpa teaching you to chew and spit,
Knowing Momma will have a fit!
Daddy tend the crops with strong hands,
Come harvest, Grandma puts it up in cans.
Silk turning brown on the corn,
Dirty feet, shoes are never worn.
'Mater sandwitch juices running down your chin,
That was good, do it again.
Music from the ice cream truck,
Playing in puddles like a duck.
Picnic suppers in the park,
Flashlight tag after dark.
Camping out under the stars,
How far away is Mars?
Stories around the campfire light,
May not get any sleep tonight.
Skipping stones across the lake,
Wondering how many hops it will make.
Getting soaked with the garden hose,
Smell the beauty of a rose.
Parade down Main St. on the 4th of July,
Being one of those who remembers why.
Watching thunderstorms as they rumble by,
Looking for a rainbow in the sky.
Spitting watermellon seeds from your mouth,
All just a part of summer in the south.
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SUMMER IN THE SOUTH
Waterholes and tarzan swings,
Minnows nipping at everything.
A pick-up game in the corner lot,
No one wins, it got too hot.
Creek mud squishing between your toes,
Freckles popping out on your nose.
Hunting crawdads and big bullfrogs,
Looking for lizards in rotting logs.
Junebugs tied to a string,
Amazing colors of a butterfly wing.
Katydid's talking all through the night,
Minature flashbulbs, firefly lights.
Big and ugly plameto bugs, ick!
Clickity clack down the fence with as stick.
Ice cream dripping like falling rain,
A distant whistle, the 10 o'clock train.
Dime store candy in a bag,
Kick the can and capture the flag.
Grandpa teaching you to chew and spit,
Knowing Momma will have a fit!
Daddy tend the crops with strong hands,
Come harvest, Grandma puts it up in cans.
Silk turning brown on the corn,
Dirty feet, shoes are never worn.
'Mater sandwitch juices running down your chin,
That was good, do it again.
Music from the ice cream truck,
Playing in puddles like a duck.
Picnic suppers in the park,
Flashlight tag after dark.
Camping out under the stars,
How far away is Mars?
Stories around the campfire light,
May not get any sleep tonight.
Skipping stones across the lake,
Wondering how many hops it will make.
Getting soaked with the garden hose,
Smell the beauty of a rose.
Parade down Main St. on the 4th of July,
Being one of those who remembers why.
Watching thunderstorms as they rumble by,
Looking for a rainbow in the sky.
Spitting watermellon seeds from your mouth,
All just a part of summer in the south.