WHO COULD ASK FOR MORE?

WHO COULD ASK FOR MORE

The water was real high that spring,
Now so many years ago.
I’d stopped there on the bridge to watch
The raging water flow.

Then I saw a small boy playing
At the rivers edge.
Even as I shouted out to warn him,
He slipped off the ledge.

I was fifty feet or so down river
From where the boy fell in.
He gripped briefly to a tree branch.
The current was too strong for him.

There was a path down to the river,
And I was standing there.
As he was passing beneath the water,
I grabbed for his blonde hair.

I had a lot of help from God above,
Of that I have no doubt.
The little boy was safe on land,
Somehow I’d pulled him out.

I carried him to his mother’s arms,
That little boy of four.
An examination proved he was just fine,
Who could ask for more?

©07/15/09