It's a quiet sacred place,
deep in the oak hammocks,
way beyond the pine flatlands
& cabbage palms.
There I commune
with the crows
and the crickets.
And at night,
a bullfrog symphony plays.
The mosquitoes,
*****
and armadillos
come out to play.
It remains sacred,
but is not nearly as quiet.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
It's a quiet sacred place,
deep in the oak hammocks,
way beyond the pine flatlands
& cabbage palms.
There I commune
with the crows
and the crickets.
And at night,
a bullfrog symphony plays.
The mosquitoes,
*****
and armadillos
come out to play.
It remains sacred,
but is not nearly as quiet.
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