Gone Fishin'
June 2013Bodie Island
Outer Banks, North Carolina
*When the frantic pace of life attacks me,
and weighs me to the ground,
I long for someplace to escape to,
the one place I have found.
and weighs me to the ground,
I long for someplace to escape to,
the one place I have found.
No stoplights to obey.
No signs or limits there.
Just drop the hook and make your home,
almost anywhere.
Just drop the hook and make your home,
almost anywhere.
Where the sky meets the water,
Where the wind is my song,
Where the sun is my brother,
That's where I belong.
Where the wind is my song,
Where the sun is my brother,
That's where I belong.
The gentle motion of the seas
just rocks me off to sleep.
No sirens, cars or screams
Just the quiet ocean breeze.
No sirens, cars or screams
Just the quiet ocean breeze.
A frigate bird encircles me a thousand feet above
She dips her wing and bows her head
Like we share a common love.
She dips her wing and bows her head
Like we share a common love.
Where the sky meets the water,
Where the wind is my song,
Where the sun is my brother,
That's where I belong.*
Where the wind is my song,
Where the sun is my brother,
That's where I belong.*
-- Alan Jackson --
1 comment:
I haven't been fishing in FOREVER :)
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