Just Folks

Reward

          Don't want medals on my breast,
            Don't want all the glory,
          I'm not worrying greatly lest
            The world won't hear my story.
          A chance to dream beside a stream
            Where fish are biting free;
          A day or two, 'neath skies of blue,
            Is joy enough for me.

          I do not ask a hoard of gold,
            Nor treasures rich and rare;
          I don't want all the joys to hold;
            I only want a share.
          Just now and then, away from men
            And all their haunts of pride,
          If I can steal, with rod and reel,
            I will be satisfied.

          I'll gladly work my way through life;
            I would not always play;
          I only ask to quit the strife
            For an occasional day.
          If I can sneak from toil a week
            To chum with stream and tree,
          I'll fish away and smiling say
            That life's been good to me.