I looked up
through cypress boughs
to see the sliver, a moon smile
casting eerie shadows upon
leaves dancing, swaying moss
swirling & ricocheting
the hard echoes
of bullfrogs singing
rich swamp melody.
I wish I could
stay here forever,
in this southern flavor,
deep in the bayou,
where gators growl.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
I looked up
through cypress boughs
to see the sliver, a moon smile
casting eerie shadows upon
leaves dancing, swaying moss
swirling & ricocheting
the hard echoes
of bullfrogs singing
rich swamp melody.
I wish I could
stay here forever,
in this southern flavor,
deep in the bayou,
where gators growl.
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