Cool My Feet

[Bonefish]

Cool My Feet

Old River
Moving so slowly
Where do you go
Sometimes ragging
Now silent is your flow
Haunting are the sounds
Through the early morning mist
Of the fox and pursuing hounds
Lazy, hazy are the summer days
Where emerging creek beds lie dry
A place for the bobcat to drink, a view
Only through the eye of the dragonfly
So move on Old River
Renew my joy, lift my spirits
As you pass by
Cool my feet
Before the geese fly

Roy L. (Bonefish) Nave

[jcb]

Nice. Makes me think of Wendell Berry.

[peter]

Good Man! I like it!

[SLP]

Nice. Makes me think of Wendell Berry.

I thought the very same thing. I guess now I should say something about "great minds...."