A Cerulean blue sky provides a backdrop for the
Sunlit pines,
As the quiet echoes with an occasional bird call.
Distant Sounds of men; air craft, autos or trains remind me
That I am not alone in this idyll, sadly.
Time drifts Slowly by,
just as the amber water of the river
Does;
Silent and peaceful.
My mind creates Fanciful Images of
Times past, when the Native tribes lived along these waters,
Though this exact spot would have
Been yards from the riverbank
And underground then.
They Lived in relative harmony
With the world and
Nature;
Why Can’t We?
“Why can’t we”
by
Jerry E Smith
©10/23/16
Photo credit to my cousin
Tom Smith
This photo is from the Ohoopee river, one county over from where I grew up
On the smaller, though very similar river, the Canoochee. The water gets that tea
Color from all the Tannin that roots and dropped leaves give up as the water
Flows past. It was idyllic for me back then, still wild and clean and you
Could still find ceramic potsherds and flint arrowheads, evidence of
The extensive Indigenous peoples who lived here before us
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