POETRY

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MY LITTLE TINICUM BOY

Oh, my little Tinicum boy.

Romped thru the woods & stream. 

Carefree days of yore,

Jumping from rock to rock,

Hunting nature’s copious bounty,

No hint of future changing events,

Only joy for his childhood dream.

 

Where has my little boy gone?

His memory in final days,

Turns to the carefree, playful times,

Gone but soon lingering in the heavenly stream,

Where little boys play, contentment abound,

He is home again, his legacy secured.

A never changing scenery, his at last!

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