Kicking The Can

Kicking a can, down the old dirt road, Where tandem trucks, carried their loads. Down to the stream to soak my feet, Sure feels good in this beastly heat. Kicking a can by the grapefruit trees, Waltzing right through all the honey bees. Taking a grapefruit that looks just ripe, And cutting it open, with my pocket knife. Kicking a can down the railroad tracks, Laying nails on the rails, as the train comes back. They'll make the perfect arrowheads, Once the train comes back, and crushes them flat. Kicking a can in the setting sun, The day is over, but I had my fun. Gonna get some supper and then to bed, Wish I was kicking a can instead. 6/3/10 29 palms ca.