By Terri Gorney Lehman
Crowell, McDowell, Engle, and Kareny—
names of the distant past
forever tied to this place.
Walking quietly,
the Loblolly whispers her stories,
echoes of a time
when the marsh was wild and free.
The dredge cut through the heart
of the Loblolly Marsh,
yet it could not take her soul.
A man named Ken carried a passion
for restoring Gene’s Limberlost,
bringing life back to forgotten waters,
honoring both the land
and the memories rooted there.
And still the Loblolly whispers,
carried on the wind through the marsh,
telling all who pass.