In a place called Orihula
I found myself trapped in time.
So I wrote a little poem
and tossed in a sweet rhyme.

Dining in a place called Huck Finn's
I gazed across the river at yesterday,
untouched Native American heritage
wild foliage across the way.

Trees, tall and strong,
growing there since forever.
Dividing today and days gone by
is the river, a time called never.

Yesterday, never and today
places for dreams without sorrow.
Don't wake me up, though,
'til a time called tomorrow.

     --Tim LaFave Jr.
       8-22-94