Out on the banks of the Rattle Snake Creek,
Me and my old Grandpa sat.
I with a fishing pole tight in my hand,
He with his favorite hat.
Silently pointing, he gave me a nudge,
Two rabbits were playing near by.
In silence I smiled and watched them move on,
Nodding my head in reply.
There in the quiet we sat, he and I,
Neither one making a sound.
No need for talking out there on the creek,
As we sat there out on the ground.
Nature spoke for us on Rattle Snake Creek,
Out on the grass where we sat.
Me with my fishing pole tight in my hand,
He with his favorite hat.