Buckets

Sarah's Buckets 1/11/16 When you were young we loved to be free we'd walk by the river and weave through the trees With our small buckets in hand we would go gathering rocks to friends we would show admiring our rocks with a smile and a grin We searched for the rocks again and again Now that your older and out on your own I hope you remember the rocks and the stones Though still I go on rocks filled to the top One bucket is missing But still I can't stop Some day when your older When my days are done I hope you remember the rocks and the fun I built a rock mountain with all kinds of love I hope you are proud of the work that we've done believe that I did it my love your the one I'll do it all over heart happy so fun Think of me often the fun that we had It's me that old timer your devoted dad 1/11/16