Wood Nymph
Kinsey's landing
Follow this long and winding road
that ends at the hardwood edge.
Enjoy the rustic view of nature,
hear the croak of faraway toads.
Feel the presence of the Master's Hand.
and listen as a fish breaks the murky water.
A cool breeze stirs, meander downhill.
See the changing terrain in the land.
Feel the dampness of the ground.
Ancestors fished Salkehatchie River;
they cleared a landing for their boat.
Arrowheads and artifacts can also be found.
If you desire tranquility and rest
just follow that long and winding road.
Sit against an old oak tree and
experience Nature at Her best
that ends at the hardwood edge.
Enjoy the rustic view of nature,
hear the croak of faraway toads.
Feel the presence of the Master's Hand.
and listen as a fish breaks the murky water.
A cool breeze stirs, meander downhill.
See the changing terrain in the land.
Feel the dampness of the ground.
Ancestors fished Salkehatchie River;
they cleared a landing for their boat.
Arrowheads and artifacts can also be found.
If you desire tranquility and rest
just follow that long and winding road.
Sit against an old oak tree and
experience Nature at Her best
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Kinsey`s landing
Kinsey`s landing
