I Came Upon a Shimmering Pond

I came upon a shimmering pond And cast my line in deep Set me down on the dock nearby And dangled my aching feet My mind goes back to earlier days When in smaller ponds this boy did play Where polliwogs were there to be caught Before herbicides and pesticides wiped them all away Now frogs no longer hop about for a determined boy to chase Times when we strolled down quiet tree lined country lanes Before streets with traffic lights came and took their place A time when neighbors helped neighbors and folks had time to chat Sunday dinner was a family affair with aunts, uncles and cousins there A time when a gentleman met a lady he always tipped his hat But that was then and times do change and I guess that’s alright But one thing has not changed nary a bit I still have not gotten a single bite.