The Raft In Tom's Craft Poem by Bud Taylor

Lashed and dashed into mother Earth's arms
twelve drifting trees a craft if you please
now we set about to fashion a tent
with poles and canvas as we float Delta sent

Not forgotten fishing gear and bait
four frying catfish will appetite abate
a pipefull Morgan cut tobbaco
floating heavent sent a lovely day spent

Again Tom Sawyer's raft we dash
long summer's day treasured at last
upon sandbanks casting a line
with Mississippi current marking time

Fathoming a new rhyme, bells chime crossing State lines
St. Louis jazz bands away far off lands
Paddle riverboat Kings and Queens sailing a dream