The Jacksonville Zoo;

When I was growing up, the section we lived in was called Panama Park. I don't
know what this section is now called. We didn't have air conditioning and slept
with the windows opened. Some mornings we were awakened, when the wind
was blowing out of the north to lions roaring from the Jacksonville Zoo. Many times
we would ride our bicycles or row a boat across the river to the Zoo. That is,
until the owner of the boat wised up and removed the oars. Of course, we began
bringing our own oars. Soon the boat was gone!

A Special day!
By L. Don Oliver

Fishing upon the bank,
Of a lazy flowing stream;
No thoughts of tomorrow,
Relaxing within my dream;

An old cracked cane pole,
Resting gentle upon my knee;
Thoughts of the now,
Lost in my reverie;

The ripple upon the stream.
There by a gentle breeze;
Sun dancing upon the water,
The moment mine to seize;

Sounds of a singing wren,
Bass splashing with delight;
A solitary soaring eagle,
Upon it's effortless flight;

A greenish blue crab,
Drifting with the tide;
A turtle upon a fallen tree,
It's there it will abide;

A fish beneath the water,
Swimming swiftly upon it's way;
Saying to no one in particular,
You'll not catch me today;

Time passes oh! so quickly,
In life it will never wait;
Guess its time to go,
For I forgot the bait;

The descending sun is yawning,
The moon soon will be high;
Time to gather my things,
And tell my friends goodbye;