Two Barefoot Boys

We were just two barefoot boys
Hot summer days and simple joys
A love of horses, riding trails
Blue jeaned rides on PI waves
Summer's sandy pockets.


How I long for those rolled-up pancakes
That thick, spooned-up syrup.
Second story dawns with sunrise over the ocean
Let's swim out and get that barrel.
See the squids under the dock
Taste those sweet sea grapes.


We were just two barefoot boys
Hot summer days and simple joys.