It's summer time
and I am at peace
down where the wild
thistle grow
The breeze playfully
tugging at my hair
while I cast my rod
into the swirling water
down by thecreek
where the wild thistle grow
Lazily watching the clouds
go by, while the kids play
in the measow chasin the
ducks, screams of laughter
echoing in the place where
the wild thistle grow
It's times like these
I am at my most happy
Just the kids and I
Trying to pretend we
are great fisherman
explorers, pirates
down in the valley in the
meadow by the creek
where the wild thistle gorw.
Author: Carrie Stewart
Pikeville, Tn.
