One of My Old Ones - Days by the River - 2001

take my memory back in time
summer days down by the river

light scatters through the canopy
the sun can't get us in the trees

bare feet traverse the rocks and sand
black mud squeezes between my toes

get old wood from devil's drop off
it becomes walls ceilings and floors

friendships and forts come together
some burn like those hot summer days

too soon the sun hides in the west
one last shot at a plywood jump

pockets filled with gum and candy
bathtub full of sand and pebbles