Slowly the paddle
dipped into the still dark waters,
Nearby a bullfrog
croaked a greeting.
Red winged blackbird
swept across…
Landing on a cattail,
he sings out his welcome.
Two bright
eyes slowly sink down,
Into the dark rippled
water.
Two gentle swirls
mark the spot,
Where the king of the
swamp sank,
Beneath the now
dancing water lilies.
The gently dancing
white water lily flowers…
Their yellow centers
brightly bobbing here and there,
Give birth suddenly
to a leaping bright green grasshopper.
His refuge no longer
the safe haven he thought …
As watery ripples
pass over his yellow throne.
The cool and gentle
evening breeze,
Passing through at
the end of hot day,
Welcomes me back to
my little island.
My hidden, blessed
little corner of the world.
Clint Bowman
April 2013
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