I remember back when I was ten,

Oh how I long to go back there again.

Life was simple and complete,

Little things made a great treat.

Running barefoot across the grass,

Watching the campfire burn to ash.

Walking along the banks of Ole Pennington,

Soaking up the Oklahoma sun.

Meeting there once a year,

Sharing the laughter, trading a tear.

It's been awhile since I've walked

the banks of Ole Pennington,

It lingers in my mind returning

me to age ten.

Dancing in the moonlight,

With our aunts who stayed up

late at night,

While the uncles played cards

and talked the talk,

Mom and Dad they walked

the walk.

New cousins each year we

would meet,

And at the dinner table we

all scampered for the best seat.

I can still feel the stickers in my

feet,

Those memories  I just couldn't

delete.

The previous year,

would often bring a tear,

when a loved one would cause

a tear in our eye,

as they met their maker

up in the sky.

How I'd love to go back when

I was ten,

And walk the banks of the Ole

Pennington.

Our footprints have faded,

The sun has become shaded,

as the family fades into another

memory,

And we no longer are young

enough to see,

Back when I was ten playing

in the sun,

On the banks of Ole Pennington.