The observation deck at Bulow Creek Trail had driftwood standing in the marsh in close proximity. I was more interested in the driftwood then anything else I saw at the marsh. There were not very many birds in the marsh or other wildlife. Driftwood feelin' is a poem by native American Henry Real Bird. A Creek Indian who is a cowboy poet who can "twist language like a river." I have a link to his poem for further reading.
Driftwood Feelin'
by Henry Real Bird
(Poem Excerpts)
"How much longer
Do you want
To be in the wind
Elk River's edge
There I am standin'
Lookin' for a feelin'
In the roar of the water
Come down river lookin' around
Feelin' gotta roam.
Driftwood feelin'
Floatin' down love river
Hearts way can't do
I'm catchin' a ride
Driftwood feelin'
Floatin’ down love river
Hearts way can't do
I'm catchin' a ride
Floatin' down love river."
http://www.worldofpoetry.org/usop/land1.htm
