Cypress trees thrive in the Black Waters of home
As I paddle along these waters I often roam
Amazed at her beauty and all her many wonders
The sounds of a distant egret cry echo’s like thunder
Sunlight broken like shafts of gold thru the trees
Moss slow dancing in the warm southern breeze
Listening to the sounds as the bayou begins to wake
Mist swirls on the water like icing on a cake
The top water breaks as a bass begins his morning
A low deep croak as a frog belts out a warning
Turtles gather in a line on a fallen cypress tree
Just listen and look there’s so much to see
Lilly pads grow thick like carpet on the waters edge
A snake gently glides along them exploring every ledge
As a gator lies motionless revealing only his eyes and his snout
As Dragon flies gracefully dance and hover about
As the sun climbs higher and the mist fades away
All too soon will come the inevitable heat of the day
As you reluctantly end your early morning trip
You slip along slowly captivated by the Black Waters grip
Poison 9901
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