Beaches, mountains, forests,
They all sit there, in their pomp:
I want terrain to be like home
Give me a good old swamp
We had them down in Florida
In Cajun country, too:
And now I live in Georgia
Where there’s more than quite a few
Swamps are great for flies and gnats
They flourish in these parts;
They’re also good for mold and slime
This year’s crop’s off the charts
A sinkhole’s like a baby swamp
That’s not yet learned to eat;
We have a few those as well
To make this place complete
So keep your fancy beach,
Your forest, desert, mountain, hill —
We’ll keep our swamps down here, thank you
At least
I sink we will
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Places.”
To share is human:
Love this. I was immediately drawn to the photo.
I am not too crazy about poems..but loved this one. “I sink we will” made me laugh. Great picture too.
Good play on words.
Well done–Excellent.
A sinkhole’s like a baby swamp
That’s not yet learned to eat.
Amusing personification…
Thanks.
Gorgeous photo.
Like most of the photos I use, this one was purchased from Dreamstime. Thanks for reading.
I sink it’s finally sinking in . . . (see my next post)
Oh, don’t sink! Stay alive, please! 🙂
It’s what happens when one gets swamped…
lol