Author’s Note: We were out on Bull Street doing Taco Tuesday supper, sipping some hard cider margaritas, when I spied a tight formation flight of southern bound migrating birds’ honking approach their nightfall roosting marsh water accommodations. At the same time in the background, I heard the terms old duck and diving duck. As I sucked in some fresh oxygen on behalf of the passing feathered divers, I smiled at the disconnected dusk sky imagery and word thoughts. What follows is my brief attempt to connect them.

-Marlow (most certainly not an odd duck . . . yet)

17 November 2022

Diving Duck

My dream river’s whiskey
And I’m a diving duck
Into this river of whiskey
I’d be an old diving duck
Swimming to the bottom, just to drink my way up

If I was good old man
The seas I’d never have to roam
If Savannah’s river was a great one
I’d never have to roam
I’d give up buying whiskey and I’d always stay at home

Rivers go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea
Why Savannah’s ain’t got good whiskey
A mystery to me
Life flows to the ocean, ocean go to the sea
This duck’s gotta dive, but whiskey’s not gonna make a fool out of me

If Savannah’s river was whiskey and I a bottom diving duck,
I’d have to ponder when I hit the bottom whether to come back up

Savannah’s dawn sun always warms my back door
Sun shines in my back door about every day
When the sky winds rise, blow any nat’ral blues away
(Yes they do)

Savannah wraps its arms around me like a circle round the sun
It loves its mamas and papas like its easy riders and sailors need done
Wrap its arms around us like a circle round the sun
It loves its mamas and papas like its easy riders and sailors need done
(Go on ahead and ride and sail)

My dream river’s whiskey
And I’m a diving duck
Into this river of whiskey
I’d be an old diving duck
Swimming to the bottom, just to drink my way up

If I was good old man
The seas I’d never have to roam
If Savannah’s river was a great one
I’d never have to roam
I’d give up buying whiskey and I would always stay at home

Rivers go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea
Why Savannah’s ain’t got good whiskey
A mystery to me
Life flows to the ocean, ocean go to the sea
This duck’s gotta’ dive, but whiskey’s not gonna make a fool out of me

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