Artist Painting In The Canyon — Image by kenne
Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below
Sounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to know
Before we could remember anything but the eyes
Of the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;
But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,
And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole.
— from “The Old Swimmin’ Hole” by James Whitcomb Wiley
Ah! I remember those days well. There was even a cabin beside our old swimming hole and we would spend the nights there quite often in the summer. Thanks for the memories.
Fun!