No Doubt

Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. - Thoreau

when you smell crawfish

and hear the harmonica

you're on the bayou

Author's Note

“My temple is the swamp… When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most impenetrable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Fantastic use of the senses. Taste and hearing. CCR rules.

[Pete]

thanks twc. fogerty is the man.

[Dina]

It’s good to see that the good faith is still alive and well within you Pete. xx

[Pete]

oh yes - that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger. thanks for the share.