[Honey Creek, an idyll]
I have gone to Honey Creek
To cast my line once more.
A tranquil place where cattail reeds
Grow thick along the shore.
I cuff my pants up to my knees
And wade into the water
Surrounded by some honeybees
Tending Nature's daughters.
I take in hand my fishing rod
And give a gentle throw,
Then offer up my thanks to God
For all the things that grow:
Grass and ferns and reeds and trees
And fish and birds and mice and bees
And all the things that move and live
In harmony at Honey Creek.
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Dan X Catena
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