Enchanted Place

Anything on the tasty village, filled with strawberry fields came up, the wind, the breeze, the cool, the warmth, and the pine wood colorific house, suave those high standard tree-to-tree basic, the sounds of mystic Riverbend waves were on tune within time, small town was called by Margaritaville… It was a phenomenal place, with a lot of fishermen across the Icon bridge benches underway, one medium-sized cooler, able to put iced cold beer, and regular and diet pop, in bottles and cans by the Pepsi Cola and Coke products, Americano sun just arrive from the midafternoon blue clear wannabee sky, relit the night shift begins, it’s room for night fishing when the moonlight shines ahead

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

2-7-25