This poem I wrote while thinking of a place in Apopka, Florida that I have visited many times in my life. It is called Rock Springs by the locals, but it is officially called Kelly Park. My mother went there as a kid and so did my grandmother. Imagine sparkling, clear, bottle-green water flowing from a cave. It is icy cold and refreshing on a hot, Florida day. Just floating down on your inner-tube and enjoying nature.
Rock Springs
Floating on a tube in cold, clear spring-fed water
I watch the clouds take shape and birds roaming the skies
All the while the fish below are nibbling my toes
watching me, watching birds, watching the clouds above
Peaceful, lovely, contemplation, dipping my feet
in again and again, never getting enough
of that water so clear and the sun shining bright,
heating up my black tube, warming my back and front,
tanning my skin with tiny freckles, drifting off
to sleep, dreaming of water and fishes so deep
and of peace and serenity, wishing so much
that I could stay all day and never go away.
(c) 2005 Dana Sieben
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