I walk to the back of my dirt, and go down to the cove. The coyote's were busy last night, but it didn't keep me up.           It's really a nice sound....wild. As I sit by the water, I see the foggy mist leaving as the sun comes up. There's far away sounds of the fishermen heading out for the day. As a heron lands close to do it's own kind of fishing. Over by the reeds, a large bass is a sight to behold...          ...as it jumps gracefully for a dragonfly. And the bushes are so full of gobblers I can almost touch them.                 Yes, it truly is... God's Country.

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