Swamp Dance

This poem was inspired by a picture I had taken, also called Swamp Dance.

Swamp Dance
-Kristina Lumpkins
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Down in the swamp where the water is calm,
the Cicadas will sing you their own noisy song.
The moss will hang, and the sawgrass will sway.
And the No-See-Ums will dance while the sun fades away.

So bring your dancing shoes,
bring a friend or two.
And listen as the swamp sings to you
its own rhythm and blues.

Enjoy for a moment what you have never experienced before.
Enjoy the music made from the muggy wild outdoors.
Enjoy the Swamps dance.