Simple Pleasures

Written by: John Summers


When summer's in the meadow
and the bluebird's on the wing
I love the simple pleasures
that a country morn can bring.

Then all the world's a cane pole
with a bobber and a line,
the catfish are a jumpin'
and all I have is time.

My back against a willow tree
the clouds float softly by,
the wind is gentle on the pond
as it mirrors the summer sky.

With bated breath and baited hook
I slip in and out of gear
and that's the way I like it
now that summer time is here.