I went to Camp Wyldwood when I was a kid.  It was a church camp.  The second year that I was there, they had horses for us to ride.  That was also the summer I met this girl with long white hair.  Yeah, I know ~ most people want to say platinum blond.  But not this girl.  This girl had the whitest white hair I ever saw.  I was so struck, that I forgot that I was shy.  So while the counselors were having us do stupid stuff in the gym, I made sure I was next to her.  They had us turning this way and that with our arms outstretched.  With each turn, I inched toward her and then when they had us all turn back to front, our hands met and I didn’t let go until they had us turn again.  I think the counselors were trying to get us so tired, that we would not stay up bugging them that night. 

So when they let us go, for the nightly devotional, I didn’t let go of her hand.

I can’t remember her last name, but we were an item for about 5 days.  Then she got tired of me.  A couple of days after that we were together in a group riding horses and she said out loud that she would love for someone to write a song for her.  She would give them a kiss.

I just had to get that kiss.  But I had never written anything before.  Not even a letter.  I had no ideas on how to even start.  Our ride took us through an old abandoned park.  There were some grills there that had fallen over and looked like they were full of dirt.  I don’t remember if it was me or someone else that said “This must be where you cook mud pies.”

That sparked the idea and the following poem began in my head and by the time the horse ride was over, I had to find pen and paper.  I had the poem written within minutes.

MUD PIES
by Milton Peebles

Remember when you used
To make us mud pies
And you did not
Tell us any lies.

But today all of those
Things are different
Now I’m trying to
Make you repent.

Remember when you used
To make us mud pies,
But now I can see
Your lying eyes.

Those old mud pies we really
Never did eat,
But back then you
Were so very sweet.

And now I see you are
Cheating some again.
And how I want us
To be like then.

When you used to make
Us some good old mud pies
That you once gave to
Me and the guys.

Why can’t it be
Just like then?
Why can’t we start
Over again?

Like when you once
Made mud pies
And when you did
Not tell us lies.

~~I did get the kiss, but I didn’t get the girl back.