We lived in Tennessee for about thirteen years a long time ago. Between our house and the little town was a beautiful creek. Lick creek meandered in and out of federal parkland and flowed into Lake Barkley; many of our family outings took place in that area, on the water, in the woods and at the boat ramp. The memory of it and those times linger. Lick Creek When the sunshine kisses a tender cheek Lazy days are a comin’ to old Lick ...
Updated 06-05-2011 at 01:50 PM by RheaB
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