His Own Daniel Boone
Four-year-old boys will believe almost anything.My father said it was Daniel Boone’s cave.I didn’t know no one knows, nor did I care.It was adventure and wonder and fun.
I still feel the cool damp rock on my palmsAs I inched in (not far) on all fours to escapeThe bloodthirsty varmints I was fleeing— I knew they wouldn’t be able to nab me.
After a while I crawled back out and stood up,My father looked down, “Not scared none, were you?”I shook my head “No, sir,” and took his hand,He wanted to go over to the river.
The Yadkin, I learned, as the years went by,Is a coil of misery: folks had it hard there.Some got by, many didn’t, my people quit,But Henry returned some after the war.
He had played around the cave and the river When he was a boy, his own Daniel Boone.I still remember as we drove back homeHow quiet he was. We never went again.
Four-year-old boys will believe almost anything.My father said it was Daniel Boone’s cave.I didn’t know no one knows, nor did I care.It was adventure and wonder and fun.
I still feel the cool damp rock on my palmsAs I inched in (not far) on all fours to escapeThe bloodthirsty varmints I was fleeing— I knew they wouldn’t be able to nab me.
After a while I crawled back out and stood up,My father looked down, “Not scared none, were you?”I shook my head “No, sir,” and took his hand,He wanted to go over to the river.
The Yadkin, I learned, as the years went by,Is a coil of misery: folks had it hard there.Some got by, many didn’t, my people quit,But Henry returned some after the war.
He had played around the cave and the river When he was a boy, his own Daniel Boone.I still remember as we drove back homeHow quiet he was. We never went again.
Boone's Cave Park, Lexington NC
Yadkin River at Baptism Rock in Boone's Cave Park