the marsh holds its secrets
in shades of green
and slivers seen
of bullfrogs and herons
and red-winged black birds there in
that mysterious, almost sensual world
of whispers, of sighs, of hidden life unfurled
Secrets
the marsh holds its secrets
in shades of green
and slivers seen
of bullfrogs and herons
and red-winged black birds there in
that mysterious, almost sensual world
of whispers, of sighs, of hidden life unfurled
spanishwoods 
Great read.
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Thank you.
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I love this poem!
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Thank you so very much.
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You have such a way with words, that coupled with your photo, I feel as if I am there. Lovely 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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beautiful!!!
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Thank you Jodi. 🙂
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Great poem, flows so well with the photo. ❤️
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It’s a very inspirational marsh! 🙂
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wonderful!
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Thanks ever so much.
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Beautifully expressed, both words and image. Sally
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Thank you Sally.
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Beautiful indeed.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Mysteries abound in a marsh! Lovely poem, Sylvia.
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Yes, they really do. Thank you Eliza.
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You’re welcome.
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So beautiful ❤ It makes me want to be there ❤
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It’s a nice place to be. 🙂
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Nice. Starting with secrets and ending with unfurled hidden life.
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Thank you so very much.
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I have always been caught by how a marsh becomes silent on your approach, but returns to life and shares its secrets as you sit or stand quietly. –Curt
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Yes, that is very true Curt. It is just totally filled with life, and yet it is usually very quiet and calm.
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Like a slithering snake and the splash of a frog escaping. Not much noise at all unless the frog gets caught. 🙂 –Curt
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