The Narrows

Let me tell you, About the place where I used to live A plot of timber ground, sky so blue With a creek out back and wildlife, too I had a spot on the creek I called the Narrows You could step across the rocks and rushing water Build a small fire, watch the hawks and sparrows And at sun-down I would loosen the halter I would mostly watch and dream Write a song or a poem or two Peaceful feelings to me it would seem And walk back to the cabin in the evening dew The next day, I would go to the narrows again, Always see things that I had missed before Hear natures voices, and trees creakin in the wind Back to the cabin to rest, close the heavy door Those were the times I took for granted Not aware of how fortunate that I was Now the old cabin roof is so slanted Watched over by two lovely mourning doves indeed The Narrows, oh how I miss you......... ....fade.