I walk to the back of my dirt, and go down to the cove.

The coyote's were busy last night, but it didn't keep me up.

It's really a nice sound....wild.

As I sit by the water, I see the foggy mist leaving as the sun comes up.

There's far away sounds of the fishermen heading out for the day.

As a heron lands close to do it's own kind of fishing.

Over by the reeds, a large bass is a sight to behold

as it jumps gracefully for a dragonfly.

And the bushes are so full of gobblers I can almost touch them.

Yes, it truly is... God's Country.

Ozarkguy