Cane Pole
I was just a kid back then
Just a skinny boy of ten
Walkin’ barefoot
With my ol’ cane pole
A covered bridge provided shade
As sounds the ripplin’ water made
Helped me think about
That summer’s goals
And I’d watch the ripplin’ water flow
Thinkin’ ‘bout things I didn’t know.
Years went by and I grew tall
But younger days I’d still recall
Walkin’ barefoot
With that ol’ cane pole.
That covered bridge was still my friend
And on the creeks’ bank I’d descend
Just thinkin’ ‘bout
All my lifetime’s goals
And I’d watch the ripplin’ waters flow
Thinkin’ ‘bout the things I’d want to know
But that was many years ago
The bridge is gone that I loved so
But on the creeks’ bank
I still could take a stroll
The solace there lies peacefully
A place where meditation's free
One where understanding
Was bestowed
Where I walked an’ watched the water flow
Wishin’ there were things I didn’t know
Hair is gray and walkin’s hard
And mem’ry parts are worn an' scarred
But not the thoughts
About my ‘ol cane pole!
In my mind the bridge calls me
Things are as they used to be
I see my hands around
That ol’ cane pole.
I wan’na sit and watch the water flow
... so much left that I will never know.
Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2015
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