Summer afternoon down by the lake
Guys outside just chillin’
Music blastin’, beers open
We’re playin’ “bags”
Easy really
Throw the bag into the hole
The grass is green
The cans shine
The creek rushes by
The bags thump
Everyone’s a little high
Today, beautiful spring day
White posts in the ground
Stark as a warning
When the little black girl
In her white shirt and pink skirt
Came over
Just to say Hi
The guys ignore her
Keep on sippin’ beers
Blastin’ music
Throwin’ bags
Little black girl cries
But everyone has a super hero
Her big sister flies in
Picks her up and takes her away
Back to momma’s arms, she whispers
In that big sister way
And so the bags continue
The beer sipped
The music blastin’
That little girl came back
A wide smile upon her face
Walked right up to me and said,
Hi
And I said Hi back
Hey, mister, my momma wants a beer, she said
I look her up and down and say, Yah where’s your momma at?
Inside, she said
So I follow
Past white posts
Through an ivy archway
Into that old house
Where momma sits
Momma apologizes up and down
I just stare
Cold beer in my hand
Little girl smilin’
Ma’am, I said
You’ve got a brave little girl right there
Momma nodded
Little girl nodded
I gave momma that beer
And walked right out of there
Past the giggilin’ little girl
Through the Ivy Archway
Past the white posts
Back to my yard
A smile on my face
Bags thumpin’
Water rushin’
Beer sippin’
Midwest
Serenade
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