On July 4th, we went fishing in Ft. Myers, Florida. It was daybreak as we passed the mouth of the Caloosahatchee River. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago for a poetry class at Eckerd College.

On July 4th, we went fishing in Ft. Myers, Florida. It was daybreak as we passed the mouth of the Caloosahatchee River. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago for a poetry class at Eckerd College.