Chattahoochee - With Dancing Dryads Poem by Chris Lane

Dancing mist on Chattahoochee
Breathed deep the old Oak tree
Whiffed the spirit full of memory
Then sparked the lightening horizontally:   

This illumination did imply
September rain threateningly
Across the ever present sky
Rolled delayed, thunder, crash.

Chattahoochee breathed long and deep 
Whilst an updraft northern wind did creep
Banishing quickly the stagnant air:
As a bug army chattered nervously
One last doomed communiqué 

One last cricket chirps merrily
Mighty the Oak stands firmly
Leaves rustle, tumble with ease
Fall on Chattahoochee's meandering flow

© Calac.