The Lagoon

When I was young, we'd go to the lagoon I'd wade through the water in my little shoes Dragonflies would play in my hair I wasn't scared Dad at the top of the rocks, with his cooler full of booze And I was so brave, I'd climb up those rocks While the peacocks called Oh how the water rushed after a flood It was hard to hold on But I made it I made it to The lagoon Trickling sounds Snakes and flowers all around And beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful Greens and browns Hot Texas air, and life everywhere Feeling a million years old and new There wasn't anything I couldn't do In that lagoon Next year, the river's dried up No place for me To wade in the water in my little shoes One day soon I hope to visit the lagoon