Golden Pond

Written by: Mitch White

I was raised in the sticks where you never saw a cop
It was easily a two mile walk to the school bus stop

How I got to Thrillva's house was simply by hitching
We would hurry to the pond with no intention of fishing

Both emancipated and married when we hit seventeen
What a stir we made when we opted for the city scene 

Within a few years the city life had choked us out
So we moved to Alaska in a magical walkabout

Bought a hillside cabin house and had two daughters
Cherished annual vacations in Hawaii's warm waters 

We are proud grandparents now whose lives are full
Still live in the small town what most consider dull