The vacant lounger
It was pappa's favorite lounger
Long May Saturday's in Sopchoppy shade
He sat and pondered the sabbath sermon
Ants working in the sand providing the text
Long Mays since the dry rot took its toll
In March pappa went to the shades of light
The empty lounger to dark dauber homes
But toward the end of May
When thoughts of pappa held sway
We re-webbed the old lounger
Knocked away the dirt dauber nests
And fed them to the ants
That had come
From ole far away Sopchoppy.
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