Swampyville's - "A Swampyville Spring"
March 24, 2013
From the Swampyville Gazette!
Your the Poet!
Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words.
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A Swampyville Spring! By L. Don Oliver
In my seventy third Spring, The squirrels are digging up their __; The little sparrow is on the wing, The honeybee and hummingbird about to __;
The Blue Heron is on it's perch, Waiting for a tasty meal to swim ; The flowers are unfolding their blooms, Where the warbling wrens still _;
A black racer snake chasing a lizard, The fish are leaping in the __; A frog croaking upon a lily pad, The hungry bear departs it's _;
An unconcerned cold blooded Alligator, Lazily sunning upon a fallen __; A large clump of water hyacinths, floating to where they shouldn't ;
Fishing with an old cane pole, Watching the cork bobbing __; Lifting the line from the water, No worry that the bait is _;
Remembering a far away youth, Searching for a four leaf ___; Perhaps one day I will find it, Before this existence is _;
The leaves are shading green, The cypress trees are growing _; I will enjoy every approaching spring, Until, for me, there is none at ;
Freedom's Wake! By L. Don Oliver
Standing by a grave stone, History etched upon it's face; One who sacrificed his all, Is now lying in disgrace;
He heard the beating of a drum, The beckoning call of a fife; Never once thinking of himself, He went forth to pledge his life;
Into the Valley of the Damned, No thought to his own affair; For God, family and country, He dared to venture there;
Now, he is purposely forgotten, Lying in a field overgrown with weeds; No one there to salute his valor. Too busy with their own selfish needs;
We are in the Progressive's fold, Where Freedom has become passe; What we once could say before, Today, we dare not say;
When Internationalism seals it's place, And Nationalism is without any call; We have only ourselves to blame, For this Republic's eventual fall;