Love to kick my feet ‘way down the shallow water.
Shoofly, dragonfly, get back t’your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember the things I learned,
Stopping at the log where catfish bite,
Walking along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancing in the moonlight
Pheasant hunting with my brother are the things I remember and the things I learned. Now, Nikole and I have a place that will call us home, a place where new cool water will flow and where changes in the leaves will be reminders of things that we have learned together. We hope for snow, but in the meantime we celebrate birthdays, fall colors that call us home, dogs that make us…us, and owls…
Hope this find you greatful,