The Old Willow Tree
Worms in my pocket
Toads in my cap
My dog and i on a log we sat
The river close and running free
Sitting under the old willow tree
A stick and a string i fished the day
My dog and i passing the time away
Sitting under this old willow tree
When yesterday it was dad and me
I will always remember the stories he told
Back when he was a boy at his old fishing hole
He said boy i remember when it was Pa and me
Their was a tire tied to that old willow tree
Pa gave me a push the swing went high
Over the river close to the sky
On the grass laid my lunch and book
And in my pocket the worms for the hook
Their on the log sat pa and me
Fishing under the old willow tree
Copyright © Colleen Laforme | Year Posted 2006
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