DOWN IN THE COTTONWOOD
Down in the cottonwood, above the emerald pool,
I'd go there after school whenever I could.
One booming summer day, while I caught lizards there,
I saw the flaxen hair of a boy named Joe O'Fay.
He was with his new friend, moving by the creek.
When they stopped to speak, I knelt down in the glen.
They disrobed all the way, then dove into the pool.
The river looked so cool for the new boy and Joe O'Fay.
I crawled closer but I was still hid.
I saw exactly what they did.
I struck a sulphur match and threw it in the leaves.
I burnt down all the trees and escaped without a scratch.
I still recall that day all those years ago
And I still don't know why I killed that boy and Joe O'Fay.
Copyright 2004 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
June 25, 2003 Monterey, California