” The View From My Backyard “

Originally posted on Ann Cavitt Fisher: Swamp in morning mist. Impulse Along the edge of my consciousness, there is an eddy line. Whenever I cross this mark, The current hits the bow, turning me downstream. Water spills off the paddle in steady trickles as the canoe shoots forward. I am a quiet cut on the…

via Canoeing the Swamps of Louisiana — Dream Big, Dream Often

That is what I saw from the backyard at 303 Lakeshore Dr. every day. I would rather die in Louisiana  than live in Tennessee.                            Peace,  Marshall

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