Bogue and I went fishing again last night.
Down Conasaugie ways out past
We didn’t need no license, anymore than two
Indians catching supper should be expected.
Bogue ran his trot line again.
I used to think that was both funny and lazy.
Now I realize that he enjoyed wading out
Across the yawning stream more than fishing.
Mom and Mrs. Hooper seemed content
To just hear the sounds of the water,
Almost as if a voiceless hymn was being sung.
Glad to be away from telephones and kitchens.
We had Zebra sandwiches,
(What Bogue called PB&J)
The wonders of the universe opened
Like the giant Bible in Eleazar on Sunday!
Maybe a little kid will wade there
Forever, trampling the muddy banks of time.
Listening to the sound of eternity and watchingBogue smile and give praise to the Stripes.