River
That day that we climbed the banks down to the bank
and we read books
and I used the restroom and wiped with leaves
Do you remember that day that we walked to the park
and found that bag of chocolate
There with the Frisbee golfers
and our walking sticks
we clung to Gods graciousness
We had eachother
Escaping from the grasp of parents
Eluding the clutches of family
We made our daring escape
and retreated to natures recluse
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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