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Old Swimming Hole
Was a swimming hole down south
where the bullheads chewed your feet,
Though there's no need to worry
if you didn't go too deep.
There were no steps to exit,
just a mud wall you must climb;
It was said you could swim naked
if no one payed any mind.
The party's never ending
underneath a summer moon,
Swimmers gather round the fire
where the empty cans are strewn.
Someone picks up a guitar,
soon the gathered crowd's in song;
Everyone seems happy now
'cause they feel they belong.
Far off in the distant view
there's the sight of flashing lights,
They're coming to put an end
to another of these nights.
The last of drinks are taken,
clothes are thrown in the back seat;
Messages are passed around
about when they will next meet.
The girls will buy new swimwear
and the guys will buy more beer,
They may find another spot
or they might just come back here.
Summer will come to an end,
autumn days and college calls;
High school days will be no more
as time moves like waterfalls.
That old swimming hole's still there
even after all these years,
It's said the bullheads still bite
underneath the new built piers.
Sometimes the clan still gathers
in secret, or so they think,
But now days the guys wear suits
while the women folk wear mink.
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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