It's Only A River

The Tchefuncte River
Cruised slowly past
Headed for Lake Pontchartrain.
Eastern sunrise broke
Far away in another dream land.

Uncle Varney and I poled a pirogue,
Nets and Zebco reels ready,
Catfish and Gar fishing.
The shore birds called to us lazily,
Eerily a floating gator followed in our wake.

Red and orange turned to streaming sun.
I laid my hickory pirogue pole down,
Viewing the paradise around me.
East bound traffic picked up on the interstate.
River's magic spell broken we docked at Madisonville.