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Swamp Guardian (The Cypresswood Tree)
She’s lived for decades on the banks of her swamp,
forever starring at her own changing refection.
Her limbs reaching for the heavens, pulling in the rays of gold.
Vibrant colors perch in her arms; singing and calling for mates.
Her limbs reaching for the earth, tunneling through sodden blackness.
Scales and fangs slither at her feet, patiently waiting for their meals.
The protector, the defender, the guardian of the sludge.
Live forever Queen of the bayou, the memories of you are lovely.
Good poem!
Great poem about nature. I love lakes, swamps and bottom land ;-) I wish I could write a fitting tribute like this ;-)