The lake lays silent now, but it wasnt always so.

We used to fish for crappie out there, those times where long ago.

thinking back, I remember when this lake, with life it thrived.

Today I stand upon the shore with Rod-n-Reel in hand , held so high.

A tear in my eye, I wish that I could fish for Crappie with you again.

But I know that someday we will fish here again for Crappie.

And I will be able to say I've missed you so, Dad.

May, 2 2009