The girl that looked my way

Even as boy I remember rivers

Brother and I leaned over a bridge

Throwing sticks in the flowing water

Just for the fun and just for the feel of it

Taking off our shoes and socks wading

On the uneven bed of the stream

With a stony bottom and waving reeds

Then drying off before we'd meet Mum

Limbs becoming stiff with the cold

Silent and wondering why we did it

Then having to run over the crosswalk

In time to catch the next bus home

Such was our routine on holiday

Escaping home, and school and boredom

Before resuming the class monotony

Reading books that were boring

But admiring the girl that looked my way

Hoping one day to have dated her

Or at least signed her autograph book

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