Swamp

Wíllöwbrånch
Mon Aug 11 14:33:55 2003


Walk along the wooden trail,
A dragonfly flies by.
An ancient place,
Of past and present,
Locked within my mind.

Don’t you walk,
Within the water,
Danger lurks beneath
Its not safe so stay away
Avoide the sharp white teeth.

Tell me how you see this place,
Just a swamp some might say.
But to me I see much more,
A reminder of past days.

I see murky water,
With plants of old and new.
Many creatures,
Besides me and you.

So walk along,
That wooden path.
But watch your step
As you well know,
For danger lurks beneath.
 

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