Down Pounds
Once was the time
A ride down Pounds Hammock
was something looked forward to
the pines lining both sides of the
often about deep enough to get stuck in sand
road with tracks bearing turkey and deer
butterflies and honey bees swarming
on the flowers in the zone between ditch
and pines, stopping often for just watching
jets passing through the myriad stars above
but not today for in the recent seasons the
timber men have taken about all the pine
pesticides or something has gotten the
butterflies and various insects
Just a lone dragonfly escorted me today
I’ll be a much older old man
by the time all these empty tracts fill in
the barren Pounds Hammock again
with planted pine.
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