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Down on the River Bank

Story ID:9101
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona CA. USA
Person:Dreamin chelsea Kansas Kid-
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Down on the River Bank

Down on the River Bank

On any sunny summer day
In the shade of that old Sycamore tree
I could let my imagination
Let me be whatever I wanted to be

At the age of eight or nine
Summer time no shirt no shoes were worn
Down through the cow pasture
Around that field of corn

I could sit there on the river bank
And watch the “Little Walnut” river slowly flowing by
I’d lean back against that Old Sycamore Tree
Gaze up into the sky

What a great feeling
Free as the breeze
Not a worry in the world
Lazing in the shade of that old Sycamore tree

What a way to spend
A hot summer day
I could sit in the shade
Or swim away

I could listen to
The barking of the neighbor’s dog
The buzzing of the mosquitoes
Or the croaking of a frog.

I could see the water striders
Skipping around atop the water
An occasional dragon fly
Nary a snail darter

I could see a squirrel
Carefully watching me
Seems as if I had invaded
His territory

I could hear Irving Buchanan say
To his team of horses “Gidup Jack gidup Joe”
As he cultivated his corn
Row after row.

Paul Brandt’s tractor
Chugging away
Breaking up the silence
On the river bank that day

Then the sound I wanted to hear
The sweetest sound for me
Monte, Leslie dinner time
Goodbye to that old Sycamore tree.

Monte L. Manka 07-21-2013