A little stream flows through the hills,
Above it sings the whippoorwills.
In years gone by it heard the squeal
Of children's merry laughter peal,
As they would skip and slip and slide,
And watch the sunlit fishes glide
Over rocks and down the sandy side
Of the banks of the stream where the children bide
Their time on shimmering, summer days
And splash and play in the summer haze.
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Fun Memories ~Amy-Patsy
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