Big Thicket Heat
It’s an old dog day
when the dragonflies play
and the pines smell sweet
in the Big Thicket heat.
A shallow creek a-runnin’
and the lazy turtles sunnin.’
Soft sand under feet
in the Big Thicket heat.
Cicadas sing and fly
in a raucous lullaby.
A siesta can’t compete
in the Big Thicket heat.
Then night gently falls
and an old owl calls
while tree frogs greet
in the Big Thicket heat.
Now Daddy tells stories
of the Old Woods’ glories
and our day is complete
in the Big Thicket heat
Copyright © James Byrd | Year Posted 2009
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