Yes Mud Is Good Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

anyone
who has gone
floundering,

with
a weighted
drag net,

at a river
mouth muddy
estuary,

where
the river meets
the sea;

with wind
wave salt
sea breeze,

blowing
down a lonely
haunting,

desolate
kiwi west
coast beach,

summer
sun shining on
bare skin;

will know
the shifting
symmetry,

of muddy
shift tide cloudy
waters;

those sentenced
to cityscape
urban experiences,

estranged
from heart stealing
pristine nature,

earth
thrill natural
raptures,

will read in
other critic paper
mashe references.