An old truck radio plays
Tucked back in the woods
Past the end of a dirt road
Where crystal clear
Creek water flows
Inviting us to jump in
We throw off our clothes
Nothin’ like a swim
In the moonlight glow
Summer heat and old tune beats
Got us feeling young again
You take my hand
Spin me around
Treading water
We’re laughing and splashing
Trying not to drown
As we do a little old fashioned
Creek water dancin’
E.A. Fussell
06.03.2020
E. A. Fussell 