Come to the Swamp

Reads: 69  | Likes: 1  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about our swamp and its beauty.

Submitted: August 09, 2019

A A A | A A A

Submitted: August 09, 2019



Come, my friend

Come, where the warblers sing

Come, where the wildflowers grow

Where the grass is thick

And they mix together, a mass of green with spots of color


Come, where the water is speckled with green

And the sun makes it sparkle

Where the mud is thick

And deep

And soft

Walk the bridges of sturdy limbs

Balance beams covered in rough bark

Walk down to the water, careful, don't slip


Where you walk through the thick, tall cattails

In every direction, surrounded

The only way to look is up

At that circle of deep blue sky


Look, look to the fox, slinking away

Look to the raccoon, going to sleep

Look to the doe and her fawn

Eating the delicate green


Listen, listen to the yellow throat, the warbler,

The songbirds

Listen, to the rabbit nestled in the grass

To the pheasant, the mother on her nest

Listen, to the wind

Softly rustling the grasses

That gentle, swaying sound


Come, my friend, down to the swamp

Where all these things are

Close your eyes, be one with nature


Come, to this place

Listen, to the animals

And look, to the sky


© Copyright 2019 Rachel Stone. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: