Red Powerade

fourth year evan lasseter

photo by arantxa villa

we go down paved paths of close mown lawn

clicked sounds of metal resound behind

as we forge into mist of summer dawn

to paint an empty canvas of our time

a few are around, i like them also

but most of all i’m here for time with you

you teach me the way and rules to follow

i pay attention to all that you do

even when i’m good, even when i’m bad

we go to the next without any thought

on the way we take a look and laugh 

in between or on green, nothing is lost

now I reflect on the times we have had

saturday mornings, I play golf with Dad.