Sunday, March 18, 2012

Snapshots on the Farm

Farm kids always have little secret places to go. This one is in the middle of the farm and also a million miles away from it.

UPDATE: Feel free to sing along

Islands in the stream, that is where we farm
Find a mossy rock, and an old deer bone
Wade away with me, in your rubber boots
And we will play in our hideout, uh-huh
From one farm kid to another, un-huh

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