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.
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