Cypress trees thrive in the Black Waters of home <br />As I paddle along these waters I often roam <br />Amazed at her beauty and all her many wonders <br />The sounds of a distant egret cry echo’s like thunder <br /> <br />Sunlight broken like shafts of gold thru the trees <br />Moss slow dancing in the warm southern breeze <br />Listening to the sounds as the bayou begins to wake <br />Mist swirls on the water like icing on a cake <br /> <br />The top water breaks as a bass begins his morning <br />A low deep croak as a frog belts out a warning <br />Turtles gather in a line on a fallen cypress tree <br />Just listen and look there’s so much to see <br /> <br />Lilly pads grow thick like carpet on the waters edge <br />A snake gently glides along them exploring every ledge <br />As a gator lies motionless revealing only his eyes and his snout <br />As Dragon flies gracefully dance and hover about <br /> <br />As the sun climbs higher and the mist fades away <br />All too soon will come the inevitable heat of the day <br />As you reluctantly end your early morning trip <br />You slip along slowly captivated by the Black Waters grip<br /><br />Poison 9901<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-waters/
