Let’s go walking! Here, hold my hand.
The sun is baking acorn pie!
Let’s go taste some! Let’s go stand
Beneath Ol’ Snarly Oak — just you and I.
I want to squeeze the Spanish moss
Again and smell the dusty leaves
Before it rains — and maybe toss
Some acorns at the buzzing bees.
Let’s go listen to the peal
Of woodpeckers! (It causes pain
Just thinking how their heads must feel
With all that pounding! My aching brain!)
Come on with me and walk awhile.
The grass is tall and we can sing
And fill our socks with foxtails. (I’ll
Pretend they tickle more than sting!)
I bet you like to climb! Go try
It then. I’ll boost you up and wait
Until you’re done. Now, don’t by shy!
Let’s go before it gets too late.
Here, take my hand — it’s down the road.
I’m sure my old friend will agree
To risk another youthful load!
Here, take my hand, and let’s go see!
2/11/1983 – old and blind