(#THROWBACKTHURSDAY: wrote this 2 years ago and just noticed that the sign is gone. What does it mean? Sold? Who’d buy a swamp in Florida anyway?)
How can one sell my swamp
Splendid marsh oozing with pomp
The life seen through my fence
Is being shown as a pretense
A home for Sand Hill Cranes
Coons and possums shelter from the rains
Crows, vultures and critters of every kind
What habitat will they now be consigned
Florida gators looking for mates in May
Swarming dragonflies in turquoise play
Trees so thick, water sensed but unseen
Palms and Oaks add to the brown and green
Despite living in a tiny mobile home
I feel lucky having a private place to roam
The swamp duplicated in my photos and poetry
Reflects my esteem for the lovely congruity
Without it there will be no tranquility
How can I bear to live with no stability
The night sky grounds me as the swamp does by day
For sure I must consider moving away
If I lean against the sign it may fall
But what good a useless tactic that will merely stall
The need for others to populate every grassy blade
Life as I loved it is ending, I’m afraid…
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
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