(Follow up to "Raindrops". A brother and a sister.)
A freckle faced, blue eyed boy
With his, garage sale, fishing pole
Picking blackberries along the way
Down the road to his fishing hole
Anticipating the supper he'll catch
And how proud his momma will be
Pure innocence in his boyish grin
Evil lurks, he could never foresee
He crawls down the muddy bank
Holding fast to his can of bait
Giggling with a worm on the hook
Neither he nor the fish can wait
©S. Austin Vincoski
