Friday, April 1, 2022

Ode to Big Sugar


By Marilyn Carnell

Riffling waters wend slowly west
Drifting leaves mark which way is best
To navigate the current’s crest
Sweet as sugar to taste and drink
No longer pristine, still we think
It seems like days when time went slow
Along the banks the trees hang low
To catch unwary folks below
But they now know to never slow
They paddle fast to keep a doe
In sight to mark the place to find her
When it’s time to lay her low

A bluebird sings an old sweet psalm
Hoping to guard her eggs from harm
But Eden, full of life and zest
Allows the snake to eat her nest

©Mar 22, 2022 Marilyn Carnell

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