River

Lazy river,
In front of me,
What could your name be
A swirling current in front of me, Bubbles rise, a Manatee...
Dorsel fins
Passing by,
What caught my eye were Porpose, swiming by.
Fiddler crab's at my feet,
there movement, so descrete...
A big white bird, across the river,
A Heron's eye's
search the river...
The tide is high,
The tide is low;
It change's the way,
the river flow's...
A man stop's by, he sit's and shares,
It is the way, of those who care.
I ask this friend, sitting next to me,
the name of this river, infront of me?
He cocked his head and said my friend,
The Indian's call it,
The Pithlachascootee...

 Roy I Rodger jr.