Annie’s Oakleys
Johnclarestokes
I didn't think anyone could see
But she was there
Hidden beside the Suwannee
Where once we would saunter
Along the undulating shore
In search of something lost
From some unfortunate toss
In the Big Shoals upstream boiling
Sunglasses, bottles, forks, vests
Remnants of passages past
Missed downstream at rests
From the churning so fast
Vows made around drenched fires
Ne'er to come this way again
With half shafts erratic paddling
Quenching all romantic desires
Scrape signs in the portage sand
Flotsam treasures in palmettos
And you would begin madly scribbling
Through this undertow we all must go.
But they could not see her there reflecting
Too distraught with the missing Oakley's
Away, way down in the dark, dark Suwannee.
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