Chaos Tree

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Marshes - Poem by Chaos Tree

The marshes fireflies open there wings and flutter about
The crckets chirp there siren call
The cattails dance joyfully in the warm wind
The frogs get ready for bed
The other creatures are awake and will stay that way till the moring sun rises...
The thunder clouds roll in the night
They bathe the smaller creatures they seek protection under bent leaves
After this loving bath the Blue Heron circles trying to find something to eat before his nightly roost
They hide in fear of becoming his nightly snack after he leaves they all come out and their nightly party resumes again
Till the moring sun rises they party then they go to their dens, holes, homes, or whatever they live in
The frogs and birds rise and fetch breakfast for their young ones
That is what goes on in a Marsh

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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