By Tia Greene, a resident of Columbia, and a member of 4-County Electric.
A Walker hound treeing in the river bottom,
his long bawl bark telling me he’s got ‘em.
Sitting in a tree stand up in a tall White Oak,
that whitetail buck deer tipping through the slough so slow.
The pop of a jug when that blue cat takes the bait,
being out on the Tenn-Tom River at night, real late.
A plump fox squirrel sitting high up in a Pine,
flicking her tail as the cur dog tries to find her before she can hide.
Ole Tom turkey gobbling across the creek,
hiding in a brush top hoping he struts by me.
Throwing a frog across the lily pads and grass,
setting the hook on a 5-pound bass.
Being in the woods as the morning sun shines bright,
or on the riverbanks, the moon my only light.
Way out yonder with all of God’s Dixieland delights