Another Barefoot Day
I’ve climbed where snowy mountains rise
Sailed the mighty New York Bay
But straighter than a crow flies
I flew back home to stay

Where the sparrows and the thrushes
Sing the songs of Hope Bayou
And the panthers roam the rushes
Of the Okaloacoochee Slough

My hide away at Sugar bay
Late nights off Big Torch Key
Where ripples danced their dark ballet
And waves broke wild and free

I’ll slide through Santa Rosa Sound
Then float across Moon Lake
Let the morning come around
And watched the sun awake

No people rushing here and there,
I threw my lists away
And breathed the sun-warmed, salty air
Of another barefoot day

The mackerel are a leaping
In the Ochlockonee Bay
And a pelican sits sleeping
As sunset fades to gray

I see the ghostly flowers
In the Fakahatchee Strand
I feel the summer showers
On Gulf beaches of white sand


Another flower in the sand
Planted here and here I stand
With time to love and time to play
On just another barefoot day