I'm lying beneath branches in the shade of a live oak tree.
My mind drifts back to childhood and the stories told.
The sun is shinning brightly and the shade here is fine.
Bright clouds of silver are rolling by across the blue sky above.
The foliage is very new and it rustles in the wind.
I now must leave this tranquillity and return to a world of pain.
© 1996 Wayne H. McLaughlin 9005161750-067
On the outskirts of New Orleans by the mighty Mississippi.
Of adventures on the river and two boys who were bold.
The sounds all around me briskly exercise my mind.
I see birds of all descriptions, flying over me in love.
I can almost hear a steamboat coming around the bend.
I'll return again tomorrow to enjoy this serenity again.
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