Voices on the Wind Voices on Waiting
Waiting for the Ferry at Fort Morgan by James F. Gaines There are so few moments we must stop to wait And trade our progress out of our own hands With a perched brown pelican watching tide run out I trace the waterís shadow of a crab And mist obscures the Mobile Bay Causeway So many years ago I stopped there with my bride Exploring love at midnight with the frogs A reedy symphony where we supplied the bass Seawards this time Iím crossing by myself And soon the crewmen will latch up the ramp Preparing to turn again and again and again