Wabash River

Oft' my thoughts drift back through the mists of time, To my childhood and my humble Indiana home, Those blissful days of youth so carefree and sublime! My memories of those blithesome days would fill a tome! When I hear, "On the Banks of the Wabash, Far away", Along its slopin' banks I can see the towerin' sycamores, Dancin' in the breeze on a languid Hoosier summer's day, And I see a boy with willow pole catchin' catfish by the scores! The Wabash flows silently through the verdant Indiana plain, Meanderin' through forests and many a sleepy Hoosier town. How I pine to return to the soil of my birth once again, To be that barefoot boy amblin' to the Wabash a-fishin' boun'! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. l in Barbara Gorelick's "A River Runs Through It" Contest - Jul 2011