I sat on a bench on mainstreet, in downtown Tenakee,
Where nearly every passerby, stopped and talked with me.
I sat there near an hour, while a light rain trickled down,
I must have met or nodded at near everyone in town.

I met a couple dozen folks, all busy with some task,
And all showed genuine concern, one even stopped to ask,
"What brings you to our little town? Is there something I can do?
If you are still in town tonight, stop by for a brew."

I never met so many dogs where no two were a match.
Nearly every cur I met that day would come up for a scratch.
They'd bang me with their wagging tails, then walk on toward the store,
In search of their next victim, who might scratch them a bit more.

Now main street in this little town was perfect as to size.
Wide enough that traffic jams were a rare surprise.
That narrow gravel footpath was six feet wide at best.
Plenty wide for best of friends to walk down two abreast.

The inlet squeezed this little town up against the hills.
Two rows of houses painted bright, most with curtain frills.
The docks jammed full of fishing boats rocking gentle on the tide.
Eagles and countless other birds, on the wind did ride.

But all good things too soon must end, my reverie cut short.
My bush plane did arrive on time and I knew I must abort,
This clean and friendly atmosphere, this place where nature sings.
But I knew that I would be back soon, to bliss in Tenakee Springs.

Jack

Very nice, thank you.

Welcome to Tenakee.... you wouldn't like it here
That sounds like a pretty accurate depiction!

T4E - I really wondered if I would hear from you!

Jack

If you look carefully at the second photo, you can see the old bench, tipping back from the roadside..... I'm guessing this must be the bench you mentioned...? Right at the float plane dock.....
It has been a few years.....

Just rolling in off the Gulf from a 2 week King Salmon opening.....
Bet you don't miss those fresh kings!!

Sounds like a nice quiet community.

Well written. Very nice. Did you actually write it on that bench?