I am not lost for I remember all
but age and grim fatigue
remove me from my world
I close my eyes to see
the slow black waters of my home
the egret searches the shallows
overhead the osprey soars
the multitude of fish
have always fed these creatures
there are no managers
no delivery trucks
bringing what the swamp may need
the mighty alligator is satisfied
deer and turkey roam the banks
the squirrel stores its winter acorns
there is abundance here
that tells me Eden is not dead to us
in a palmetto thicket a panther sleeps
although I know I cannot go
when I gaze into the darkened night
I remember all the lessons learned
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