6/23/09
I remember well the silence on the boat As we began the bayou tour that day The water grass so thick it seemed like land, A stillness covered all, the sky steel-grey. A sudden fear as we came upon the snakes Sunning themselves on limbs of fallen trees, Poisonous and lethal moccasins. Faintly in the distance by some cays Children were swimming in the turbid stream Unmindful of danger, unconcerned with death. And then a great white owl at its kill Rose swiftly as we passed, we held our breath As the guide now warning us to call If snakes dropped from the branches close above. Yet there is beauty here and ghostly blooms By a hand that fashions everything with love.
-------------- *water moccasin or cottonmouth, a highly venomous snake
Poems Undated (1727)
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