Oh October Blue

October blue fills the cool sky.

Old men fishing talk of days gone by.

“Rivers down”…said one old man; to which the other replied…

“Yep we git another month like this, its gonna be plum dried”

Rocks jut where water once flowed.

Limbs protrude of trees fallen long ago.

No more the swift flowing of a cool stream.

Tis now just now a trickle beside the expanding grassy green.

Oh October Blue…not a cloud in the sky.

Oh October blue beside a river gone dry.

J. Allen Wilson © 10/2007

Allen & The Poetry Corner Goes On Location to the Saluda River mentioned in the above poem with his recitation of “The Choir Sang with Amazing Grace…Pardon the sound of the river in this since I was unable to mask it…but you might like to hear it instead of me…LOL Oh, there’s a guy fly fishing in the background. Hope you enjoy my backyard J

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maKTp6aBHHw