St. Benedict’s Cabin on Mulberry Fork

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