QUOTE (Larry @ Jul 9 17, 08:20 )

Within the swamp are brackish pools
where gators wait for food and fools
from towns and cities far away.
Sometimes they stumble in to stay
and ripen where the gator drools
but that’s not taught in any schools.
With knowledge and the proper tools
some folks can work or live and play
within the swamp.
My friend gets rich. He and his mules
go out to where bald cypress rules
and finds old sunken logs which pay
their weight in gold. Without decay
these fallen giants are nature’s jewels
within the swamp.
Here it is Daniel, comment or crit at your leisure!
Larry
A fine write, Larry;
great nature poem. I'm not sure though how old sunken logs can be worth, or pay their weight in gold, but it seems to work in your poem. Here in Arizona, in our Painted Desert, we have remnants of petrified forests--trees, that is. It's unlawful to remove even small fragment of those calcified logs. Enjoyed,
Ali