"The old hometown looks the same, as I step down from the train, and there to meet me is my mamma and papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries, oh its good to touch the green green grass of home."
Thanks for a little nostalgia from the wetlands I left behind in 1966.
Scanning the backgrounds for old girlfriends...
Good to see the water in the Willamette is blue now...I remember it as brown, but not thick enough to walk on. And steelhead in Johnson Creek....
Ron
Ainsworth and Atikinson Elementary Schools
Cleveland High Class of '62
Last edited by Riverkilt; 1st August 07 at 12:07 AM.
Reason: pure nostalgia
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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