A Swampyville Story! "A Special Day"

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 gently 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 moments 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 up my things,
And tell my friends goodbye;