Hunt'em Up
I can hear the bullfrog calling me.
Wonder if my rope's still hanging to the tree.
Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water.
Shoofly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember the things I learned,
Stopping at the log where catfish bite,
Walking along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancing in the moonlight
Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water.
Shoofly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember the things I learned,
Stopping at the log where catfish bite,
Walking along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancing in the moonlight
Written by Creedence Clearwater Revival in '69, I was able to find a version of this song performed by M. Ward that completely speaks to the most rad of souls. When the leaves are falling and the days are shorter I'm always taken back home to where the cool water flows and where I remember the things I learned.
Pheasant hunting with my brother are the things I remember and the things I learned. Now, Nikole and I have a place that will call us home, a place where new cool water will flow and where changes in the leaves will be reminders of things that we have learned together.
We hope for snow, but in the meantime we celebrate birthdays, fall colors that call us home, dogs that make us...us, and owls...
Hope this find you greatful,
Sturgie
Pheasant hunting with my brother are the things I remember and the things I learned. Now, Nikole and I have a place that will call us home, a place where new cool water will flow and where changes in the leaves will be reminders of things that we have learned together.We hope for snow, but in the meantime we celebrate birthdays, fall colors that call us home, dogs that make us...us, and owls...Hope this find you greatful,
Sturgie
2 comments:
Sturge, you poet-stud! You am such a gooder writer than me am. I even like the word greatful you made up... I used to think you meant grateful, but I think greatful is really more appropriate! When we appreciate all around us that is great and right in this world, we are really full of that greatness... greatful!
BTW, I just saw your Dad a few hours ago at the funeral for my Great Aunt Edna, she loved that wonderful environment you wrote of. Pastor Sturgis looks great, sounds great and said that he had a good "healthy" scare with his heart... that's funny and makes sense too!
Keep up the pro-like prose and see me next time you are in Hayward, please!
Sturg--
I think you need more dogs.
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