HERE'S WHAT I'D RATHER BE DOING!
AFTERNOON FISHING I’m sittin’ here, near half asleep Attached, it seems, to this here creek. Half hoping that a fish will bite But if it don’t, well, that’s all right. The sun is shining down on me And through my half-closed eyes I see my bobber floating in the lint the summer cottonwood has spent.... Sign in to see full entry.