I am going to break the continuity of When Calgon Won't Take You Away today to offer up a sweet poem I wrote for a dear friend at his request which we like to refer to as the Mayberry poem - - -
The Nature of Your Child
This dirt road goes
Down to our pond.
Come along,
Scoot on down with me
Where the path
Widens into a landing
For the row boats
On the water beyond.
There is where my
Young son and I
Can be found fishing
Most all afternoons.
I do not count on
Bringing home a single
Fish, not for worms
Or jigs festooned.
Well I welcome you
To try your luck.
Hope you catch a load.
The fish weren't biting?
Who really cares?
When you have brought
Home with you a
Better understanding of
The nature of your child.
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