THE FISHING POND

They used to go fishing
In the pond, down by the barn.
That's where they shared their secrets
All about the farm.

Many years have come and gone
And she is far away.
Brother still lives on the farm
Where they used to play.

The Barn is halfway torn down
The pond is almost dry.
When she thinks of their secrets
It almost makes them cry.

Someday soon, she shall return
And she knows, that she will find
Brother sitting by the pond,
With his fishing line.