This Bayou

I grew up over ’round the bend,
This bayou just a block away;
It hasn’t changed that much, in fact,
It feels like only yesterday

I swam here with my brother and
My sister and my dad;
This bayou that I loved so much
When it was all
I had

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant