Were I Sixteen

What would I do... Were I sixteen?

I'd build sandcastles, splash in streams;

I'd romp the hills and meadows green,

Were I sixteen.

I'd watch the stars come out at night

And wish on every one in sight.

My dreams would soar on angels' wings,

Were I sixteen.

I'd make my plans for future years

And have no time for wasted tears.

I'd spend my time on special things,

Were I sixteen.

I'd pick someone to be my friend

And bare my soul for nights on end.

I'd take my chance on hurt and pain,

Were I sixteen...again.

Tomboy

Boys were allowed to trot after

their pa-

Even go barefoot and wear overalls,

Swing on a grapevine

(…they smoked now and then),

Cuss up a blue streak and not call it sin,

Fish in a creek

Sometimes skinny-dip, too.

All of the things that I wanted to do.

Hi-ho Silver

He whispered in the pony's ear

and calmed the nervous beast.

He slid into the saddle

with a cowboy's practiced ease.

He spurred his mount, then shouted "Whoa!",

his countenance chagrined.

He leaned his body to the side and

slipped a quarter in.