where to look,
By a quiet pond or a
running brook,
In a boat that's anchored
in a sheltered bay,
Casting the shoreline at the
break of day,
Watching for deer as they
come down to feed,
Fishing for large mouth on the
edge of the weed,
Walking the shoreline where
cattails grow tall,
By a country road where summer
meets the fall,
On a grassy bank amid the
birds and flowers,
Under the summer sun or
cool April showers,
Relaxing at night by the
light of the moon,
Where silence is broken by
the call of the loon.
So don't grieve for me,
I am still around.,
If you know where to look,
I can be found.
Where fishermen talk about
the catch of the day,
I'll be no more than a few steps away.
