A Tribute to the Chattahoochee
The "River of Painted Rock".
I was Born and raised, on the Chattahoochee River,
that old moody and crazy, winding. joy deliverer.
From the time, I was below my momma's knee,
I saw that river there, as my way to be free.
Swimming and fishing all along its broad banks,
There's no way to express my joy and thanks,
All a part of my best growing up years, to be,
along with laughter and tears, it was part of me.
That river gets it start to run, the mirth, it brings,
from mountain streams, there, its birth, and might,
From northern Georgia's climes, where it springs,
in brooks and creeks, it dances, in colors bright.
It winds and turns through clean grassy meadows,
filled with beautiful flowers, in an array, their display,
As geese and ducks, settle upon welcoming banks,
to rest in the nights, while swimming there, each day.
Chattahoochee river's, so wide, and as it rolls on down,
to reach its end, in the gulf's tides and warming shores,
To blend and mix its fresh waters there, its fish abound,
having served us then, in its grand devotion, of chores.
Chattahoochee, you of a valiant spirit, within your soul,
You're a treasured source, and so beloved by us each.,
The waters of your river, are such a wonderful life giver,
For you're Georgia's marvel, and are its greatest peach.
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