Fishing with Grandpa Under skies of blue Two lines in the water Two hearts beating True Under sweet-smelling cottonwoods We fished and talked While the day heated up He was old, even then And remembered for me The long flow of years While cicadas buzzed Fishing with Grandpa Under skies of blue Two bobbers in the water Two hearts beating True Along our slack lines We whispered Any fish in there? But we didn’t really care When he was young, Grandpa rode horses Used mules to plow the red earth On his farm As an old man, he looked for quiet places [bridge] Now I am the Grandpa And you are the boy I’m storing up this day Of joy, and this time with you But I think I see him, now and then In the river swirling around rocks Resting in eddies under willows When I do, I call out to him “Any fish?” But the river doesn’t answer As it moves on Toward another day I was fishing with Grandpa Under skies of blue Two bobbers in the water Two hearts beating True