And Live Forever High Poem by A. P. Hancock

Run down with me to Bynum's pond, it's there we'll waste the day
And lay out on the bank to watch, God's little angels play

We'll climb the oak and willow trees, be brave and brash and bold
And wade along the nearer side, among the tails of gold

We'll share our thoughts on mysteries, the things we wish we knew
And make up answers we both know, aren't even close to true

We'll then begin to share our hearts, about the things that count
And how we want to live our lives, like sermons on the mount

We'll stop, reflect and then we'll weep, not even knowing why
But we will leave the pond that day, and live forever high