Swamp Magic
Some may see you with blinded eyes
They are consumed with the damp and dark
My eyes see past this outer shell
Your full of magical suprises for me
The rythmic sounds of the croaking frogs
The sad love songs by the whipperwill
The beautiful smells of your sanctuary
Make me yearn to be part of you
The gentle breeze through my window
blows softly across my face
Lightly caressing my cheek
Like the comforting touch of a Mother's hand
Other's may see you as just a Swamp
But you are my heaven behind the house
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