An Afternoon in Front of the Cabin
Bon Secour River
There is the river, dark, green, and still
Its tide barely seen as it rises and falls.
The jumping fish break all silence and the bobwhite calls.
The pine trees, tall and slim, their needles humming in a breeze
The rushes and water plants dip and wave.
The sky moves slowly towards the nearby Bay.
The suns surrounds this summer's day
Giving the tress and water a golden boarder
Making a memory of this day.