Tan Morgan

Amateur Naturalist

Trudging the marsh,
Looking for dragonflies, watersnails, tadpoles;
My breath sucked at the April mist-water,
My boots grew gills;
My feet became two woollen fish,
Fins for toes, wriggling in the duckweed.
I brought home a gleaming horseleech
And a collection of gnat bites.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2008

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  • Nelly WilderNelly Wilder (6/24/2012 1:27:00 PM)

    breath takingly beautiful
    i can imagine the scene vividly in my head.

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  • Andrew James (10/18/2009 12:02:00 AM)

    What a charming clever poem! Thank you!

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