Rainy Days
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