Sounds and Sights of Summer down in Edgemoor ( a poem , and reflection)

The cool summer breeze, blows in the early morning whilst rooster crow.
It sends a hush through the old pines back on old Tuckaway road.
Small ripples rise from lazy hawk pond,
The calling of songbirds welcomes the dawn.
The smell of coffee wafts through the old house,
its an old cotton barn, so you might see a mouse.
We grab a bag of granny smiths, and head for the door.
The fishing poles are in the jeep, Luke is asleep on the floorboard.
We drive down to go fish for a better part of the day.
Time has stood still as we cut down past the gate.
The pond sits motionless as we pull up.
A few wood ducks alight; the morning nap we did disrupt.
This place, these days, how they are numbered.
Filled with memories and dreams unencumbered