Where Brook and River Meet

Standin’ there with dusty feet

Where the brook an’ river meet;

Where the shadders make it cool

In the ha’f-hid swimmin’ pool.

That’s the place fur me, I say,

On a hot an’ sultry day;

Nothin’ ha’f so cool an’ sweet,

Where the brook an’ river meet.

All the bathtubs lined with gold,

All the beaches, breaker rolled,

All the surf an’ salty air

Never hez, nur will compare

With the good ol’ river’s brink

Where the thirsty cattle drink;

Where the branches stay the heat,

Where the brook an’ river meet.

Moss an’ ferns along the shore

Fur a ha’f a mile or more;

Overhangin’ branches where

We would climb high ez we’d dare,

Drop ‘kersplash” down in the stream,

Hearts aglow an’ eyes agleam!

Out, away from city street,

Out where brook an’ river meet.

Aug. 10, ‘09