Carrabelle

Where the Carrabelle River
flows into the gulf, oddly,
Crackers outnumber Yankees.

When asked about dogs on the beach,
the young desk clerk tilts her head to say,
"Well, I don't see why not."

Camp Gordon Johnston,
where troops trained for D-Day,
hangs to history by its fingertips.

The Franklin Inn,
the Fisherman's Wife,
Hog Wild Bar-B-Q,
&

Fathoms bar,
sunglasses & grey beards,
tattoos & desert camo netting,
sea breeze & my dog, Pinky,
with a cup of ice.

Carrabelle has no stop lights,
but you may stop if you like,
and if you don't like it,
just keep on going, pal.

The Forgotten Coast
is best left forgotten.