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In my youth Dad took me up north Beautiful Land O' Lakes And gentle rain!. Some wet sodden hours Read, nap or eat Since we aren't out fishing I talk to my father!. He tends bacon on the grill Boats we bail, we check bait Nothing to do on dreary days And my Father talks to me!. Memory rings true In bleak overcast moods Having all to myself The gentle rain of my Father!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Pulchritudinous Www@QuestionHome@Com True my father was at home in the woods!. Being part Indian the woods was his church, to bad I did not hear more of his stories!. Thanks for the memories!.Www@QuestionHome@Com How I envy you such memories! Your last line is brilliant with love! Www@QuestionHome@Com |