St. Benedict’s Cabin on Mulberry Fork
On the day that Spring was about to spring forth
A rustling breeze flipped my pages and bird songs
And sun beams poked through morn clouds and roaring tree throngs
The rolling green pasture from my back porch stocked
With content cattle like cotton specks crows squawked
And clamored while the water below gently
Slugged onward through the forest floor and densely
Dark clouds gathered in the north the birds did not care
And neither do I because you must be aware
That today is the day that Spring will spring forth
At St. Benedict’s Cabin on Mulberry Fork.
-Gary Edward Geraci