The Lagoon from Knock Knock by (Eli)zabeth Owens

When I was young, we’d go to the lagoon
I’d wade through the water in my little shoes
Dragonflies would play in my hair
I wasn’t scared

Dad at the top of the rocks, with his cooler full of booze
And I was so brave, I’d climb up those rocks
While the peacocks called

Oh how the water rushed after a flood
It was hard to hold on
But I made it…
I made it to
The lagoon

Trickling sounds,
Snakes and flowers all around
And beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful
Greens and browns

Hot Texas air, and life everywhere
Feeling a million years old and new
There wasn’t anything I couldn’t do
In that lagoon

Next year, the river’s dried up
No place for me
To wade in the water in my little shoes

One day soon
I hope to visit the lagoon

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