“Along the Ocklawaha camping - scene one”...

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    These two scene's were inspired while camping by this beautiful natural river in the Ocala National Forest.

    “Along the Ocklawaha camping - scene one”...

    While watching nature waking, among branches overhead

    I find my senses deluged, where their not ordinarily led


    For on this warm and lazy morning, under canopied live oak

    I see segmented glimpses of sky, in kaleidoscopic cloak


    On this silken painted canvas, with background of skylight blue

    Are juxtaposed clustered cloud’s, in white to grayish hue


    And as I sit and watch the Master, use His genius with each stroke

    Slowly make incremental changes, which inspiration has evoked


    I can’t help but think of Plato, and his “time” inspired quote:

    “The moving image of eternity”, which this philosopher afore wrote.


    Along the Ocklawaha fishing - scene two

    Dragonfly’s for company, and bacon for our bait

    We hike and fish the river banks, in contest with my mate


    Stumpknockers by the dozen, and a snapping turtle too

    And lots of shots of wildlife, this habitat like zoo


    Brown water snakes and gator’s, Red tail hawk up in a tree

    Big catfish sashay’s by my line, along the banks levee


    A pileated woodpecker, Big, red and beautiful to see

    Large crane spear fishing for his lunch, not doing as well as me


    Grey Heron’s primping on the shore, Buzzard’s gliding overhead

    Lizards watch from branches, while the ants around us tread


    I think next time my wife will fish, while I observe from shore

    All this wildlife around me, and snap pictures by the score.

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