Where the Red Fern Grows, 1974
I’ve never been back to the Ozarks, all I have left are my dreams and memories, but some day, if God is willing, I’d like to go back and walk again in the hills I knew as a boy. And I’d like to touch the heart that’s carved in an old sycamore tree that says, Dan and Ann. And I’ll look for that sacred spot by the river where the red fern grows.
