Mama to the Creek

The only time I remember my mama came to our creek

Was because she heard her girls and my cousin were involved in a streak

The truth of the matter was we were skinny dipping

But mostly throwing mud at each other, and it was dripping

We had planned a good mud fight and knew we would get smacked

If we returned home in muddy clothes and then tracked 

Mud in mamas kitchen from here to there and everywhere 

So we decided to shed the clothes and begin our little mud affair 

We left out of the equation the fact that neighborhood boys

Might be out and about playing with bikes and boy toys

When They saw our naked mud fight, they then ran and told our brothers

Who in turn couldn’t wait to run to tell our dear mother

We spied her too late, we were out of water in our muddy glory

We jumped in the water but it made it worse, it added to our story

My sister Robyn and I stayed underwater showing just our heads

But cousin Darlene hadn’t seen our mama and she stood up instead 

The only words that came from her mouth were put on your clothes and go to the elm tree 

She turned her back, walked up the hill and a cold chill came over me

Mama rarely ever said those words, so you knew she was serious when she did

The switching was sealed, the one thing about my mama was she would rarely ever kid

The only time my mama came down the hill to the creek

She did it with a determined march, she didn’t bother to sneak