I long to be
Canoeing the White River
Where it burbles
over bright sandy shallows
murmurs over snags.
My red paddle steering
snaking past islands
Writhing over fallen trees
That lie underwater.
The White River burbles
Its mirthful songs.
I hear a katydid’s green cries
As flaming scarlet flowers flash by
Among green maiden ferns.
Love ya!
Jane