Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An’ all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie’s Shack in the back of the Black Bayou
Nice, love the fact that you wrote above the Swamphen (Pukeko in NZ which is taken from the moari language).
A poem with very few words but tells the whole story. Thank you.
Hope you are having a great day and an even better weekend.
Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An’ all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie’s Shack in the back of the Black Bayou
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I love it- is that a song, a poem, or did you make that up? 🙂
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I wish I could take credit it for it! It’s a song by Jim Stafford called Swamp Witch. 🙂
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I thought that may be the case, because the words were hauntingly familiar. 🙂
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Nice, love the fact that you wrote above the Swamphen (Pukeko in NZ which is taken from the moari language).
A poem with very few words but tells the whole story. Thank you.
Hope you are having a great day and an even better weekend.
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Thank you Elsie- My daughter shot that photo and I love the perspective she achieved. She called it the Big Foot Bird- LOL.
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