Latanier River

Never again it will be like those joyful days Sun gleamed the crystal clear water through shades As gleeful children were bathing in Latanier River Or chasing friends on the banks through gossamer Dumped debris cover the sides like shroud Where green grass and flowers would abound Thrown excavated excesses have narrowed it And with varied objects it has shallower a bit Vanished fraise thickets in their embellishment Is one drawback of development and negligence I miss the fun in the friendly bushes on the sides As the morning mist grouping as puffs would rise Its destruction chemistry renders it unsteady So frequent flooding may make sad history It's not mistery, no more flushing with fish But choking of pollution was never my wish Chilhood moments of serenity I'd seize Different birds singing in the gentle breeze The river flowing created strange euphony Far better than under the thatched canopy