Fishin'

Sunday afternoon we went to Mr. Beachy's farm to fish.


Mr. Beachy


Daniel looking for worms

"Well, now, take down your fishin pole and meet me at the fishin hole,


We may not get a bite all day, but don’t you rush away.


What a great place to rest your bones and mighty fine for skippin stones,


You’ll feel fresh as a lemonade, a-settin in the shade.


Whether it’s hot, whether it’s cool, oh what a spot for whistlin like a fool.


What a fine day to take a stroll & wander by


The fishin hole, I can’t think of a better way to pass the time o’ day."
~by Everett Sloane~