Deep in the heart of the South,in the land of bayous, lowlands and barrier islands,
a little boy sits dreaming...
On a Southern summer's day,what's better than a bowl of gumbo,
crabclaws and a catnap.
I hear the flutter of wings and feathers.
A pelican comes in for a landing.
Many summer afternoons are spent
soaking up the sun,
laughing and telling stories,
eating fresh seafood straight from the Gulf...
watching the boats and dreaming.
Blessings
*****Yaya*****
