far removed in the Everglades
and well off the beaten track
at a bend in a blackwater creek
stands a swamp wizard's lonely shack
no one knows just why he retreated
to a place where few ever go
to his island beyond the Big Cypress
where the tall black mangroves grow
I have heard he is wise as the ages
and maybe a hundred years old
and he chooses to live in the swampland
but just why is a story untold
some claim his true love died young
others say that he hates all mankind
and some only laugh and nod
and declare he just lost his mind
but few ever call to inquire
as he glares with a foreboding frown
at his bend on that desolate creek
where he waits for the sun to go down
Wow, this poem is so cool, it strikes a note with me, I was raised close to Miami and spent my youth in the Everglades, there were all kinds of stories about swamp creatures and hermits that would come out at night and eat kids that were camping having fun, this brings me right back to those camp fire moments! Great job Barry! !
Thanks Bill, glad you like it. Best swamp narrative I ever heard was Jim Stafford's Swamp Witch. I do love the wilderness and there is plenty left in Florida.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very moving the whole climate of the poetical story folded into the mist of reality's and fantacy's world.
Thanks Dimitrios. I love it when I get a good narrative idea and develop it successfully.