Wednesday, November 30, 2005

fishing with you

beside the little pond, the weeping willows
frame the water with an understated green
i hear a bullfrog there who croaks
i see a bulldog there who mopes
as i sit upon the dock in summer breeze
and if i had a chance to go to somewhere
to a place that i remember from my youth
i would go back there
to a world that was more fair
and i would be there fishing with you

the sheep were like an army in the distance
but up close they were as scared as they could be
the ducks and geese would squack
as you and i would talk
as we sat upon the dock in summer breeze
back then when i was young and oh, so foolish
i thought those days would never see an end
but now those days are gone
but the memories live on
of the days i would go fishing with you

(bridge)
now i haven't gone fishing for years
and remembering those old days can bring a tear
but for every tear i cry
i remember how i smiled
when i would go fishing with you

(ending)
someday we will meet way up in heaven
and God will ask me what i want to do
the choice won't be too hard
i won't have to leave the yard
and i'll be up there fishing with you
yes i'll be up there fishing with you

(copyright 2005 d. b. michel)

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

i still miss someone

it's a long way from where we were
you and me were always good
every minute was better
when you were in my day

but those are times that are no more
we can't be like we were before
and every day when the evening comes
i still miss someone

so close sometimes we scared ourselves
know so much that we can't tell
we kept it all between us
now that seems a world away

but those are times that are no more
we can't be like we were before
and every day when the evening comes
i still miss someone

(copyright 2005 d. b. michel)