“Along the Ocklawaha camping - scene one”...
While watching nature waking, among branches overhead
I find my senses deluged, where their not ordinarily led
For on this warm and lazy morning, under canopied live oak
I see segmented glimpses of sky, in kaleidoscopic cloak
On this silken painted canvas, with background of skylight blue
Are juxtaposed clustered cloud’s, in white to grayish hue
And as I sit and watch the Master, use His genius with each stroke
Slowly make incremental changes, which inspiration has evoked
I can’t help but think of Plato, and his “time” inspired quote:
“The moving image of eternity”, which this philosopher afore wrote.
Along the Ocklawaha fishing - scene two
Dragonfly’s for company, and bacon for our bait
We hike and fish the river banks, in contest with my mate
Stumpknockers by the dozen, and a snapping turtle too
And lots of shots of wildlife, this habitat like zoo
Brown water snakes and gator’s, Red tail hawk up in a tree
Big catfish sashay’s by my line, along the banks levee
A pileated woodpecker, Big, red and beautiful to see
Large crane spear fishing for his lunch, not doing as well as me
Grey Heron’s primping on the shore, Buzzard’s gliding overhead
Lizards watch from branches, while the ants around us tread
I think next time my wife will fish, while I observe from shore
All this wildlife around me, and snap pictures by the score.
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