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
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