It Takes Me Back

These beautiful days we are having,
to times that seem so far away
and very long ago.
With my dad,
beyond the Addick's Dam,
strolling in brush.
We were hunting dove,
(yes i did hunt)
and flocks would fly over head, so dense,
we thought they were grackles.
We did not shoot,
because we thought they were the other bird
and we did not ever waste a shot,
to hurt something we did not want.
Is the Dam still there,
down in Houston?
or has it been overrun with progress,
like so much has.
I am still brought back,
for this is a rare days
and I enjoy all of it.