Tossing Baseballs


I'm not too sure what kind of vine that it was
The one that was creeping up the side of the bus
A bus that sat vacant in the middle of a field
Rusting and broken like somebody'd been killed
There

   It was out past the old warehouse, off Spiderside Creek
   That had been flooding its banks for nearly a week
   A week full of storms and fresh melting snows
   That flowed down from upstate, from where I don't know
   I don't know

My sister's been gone about 3 months now
She didn't say where she was going or how
Mother sits by the phone day in and day out
While outside the grandkids toss baseballs and shout
Oooh-ooh-oh
They shout, shout outloud, and here's what they sing

   I'd like to be under the sea
   In an octopus's garden in the shade...

I'm not too sure what kind of vine that it is
The one that I'm wetting while I take me a little whiz
Dark crimson flowers that are shaped like a shield
And that litter the ground like somebody's been killed

   It was out past the old warehouse, off Spiderside Creek
   That had been flooding its banks for nearly a week
   A week full of storms and fresh melting snows
   That flowed down from upstate, from where I don't know
©Mike Runion, 2000
with an excerpt from Octopus's Garden by the Beatles
8/29/00