The Swamp
Creatures lurk
In its darkness.
Each one connected
Sharing the secrets of the swamp.
Gators guard the entrance
To this forbidding place,
Eyes watching your every move,
Waiting.
Turtle dove sounds its lonely call,
A warning.
Be ready to fall,
You man not be here by morning.
Cyprus trees,
Wading in shallow water,
Extended branches,
Shaking hands.
No needs but
Sun light that filters down
Through the Cyprus leaves, and
Dances on wrinkled patches .
Perfect harmony,
Beating, breathing,
A living being, alive,
Beating breathing.
Peaceful, and harmonic,
Not made for mankind,
Things he detest.
That's why he destroys them,
LarryB
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