Do you remember as a young 'n
When the summer turned real hot
You could find some super pleasures
That didn't cost a lot

As a kid I was real lucky
To have a crick nearby
A swimmin hole with water blue
Wild birds and butterflys

Nearby there was a mulberry tree
The fruit was dark and sweet
The birds would flock there one by one
To have themselves a treat

My Mom hung out her washing
On those bright and sunny days
The bed sheets always smell so good
Air dried by warm, sunrays

But oh when the birds ate berries
It really gave her fits
When she looked at all those bed cloths
With spots like purple 'zits' .

The old red headed woodpecker
Would sit upon the pole
And peck away day after day
To make a nesting hole

A pebble thrown nearby his perch
Would fool him every time
He thought it was a bug for sure
Upon which he thought he'd dine

The old cottonwood.. which stood so tall
Was home to some honey bees
Year after year they worked so hard
Storing up for the winter freeze

The killdeer was a clever bird
Her act of hurt was best
She did this real convincing act
So you wouldn't find her nest

I think about those summer days
And the bird I sometimes tricked
And know I was a lucky lad
To have grown up along a . crick .

Bill Browning August 08, 2001