I was sitting on the front porch
Of my old country home
Dreaming of places I had been
When I thought I heard someone whisper
But I was alone, so I said
It's only the wind.
I leaned back in my rocking chair
Trying to bring back the dream
Of a land called Okeefenokee
When the voice whispered again.
You know who I am, and why I've come
So rise and come with me.
He said ,"come my friend, take my hand
And I'll lead you there."

His friends mourned his passing,
The coronors' report said;
"He died in his chair".



©Richard