tennessee

flu of chicago. trip to tennessee.

 

I pulled in, visible endless junk next door.

we walked, a silly little dog comes by. “meet kerosene”,

jeff says. the bare oak, boat n tool shed. I was

happy to see him, so was he! bacon, biscuits n two eggs.

as if our hearts desired a twain tale, remember huck or tom?

we partook in adventure on the sequatchie river.

not one ratty barn missed by our eyes!

to the days of yesteryear.

 

In heart of the catoosa wild management. this is country.

her oven expels aroma that’d tease us.

starry night so still you hear the drool from a coyote.

oh hi poodle n greet the lad.

the clan from knoxville, a blessing.

a table of chit chat, savory chicken n pasta.

at daybreak, deer sausage n quiche.

the little house in the woods, suits.

 

deep in the gorge not a ripple on rivers edge. a huge tree

submersed, tranquil. the sun shines barely. I listen, jeff tells

a story bout “saluting” fish.

 

thanks: jeff, mark, jane, anita, vic, pres, rosie, sailor

 

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