swampy

water floods the entire page,

reeds and plants growing in the muck,

colorful,

appealing in a perverse sort of  way.

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spirit dance

as a child,

went and saw spirits dance,

we left before dark,

though the imagination soars.

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swamp

swampy water,

maybe left from the flood,

unknown,

though the colors beautiful,

in a murky type of way.

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river valley

river valley,

but no water seen,

only trees,

trees, trees,

trees,

everywhere trees.

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thistle

a thistle,

ugly and white,

growing where it doesn't belong.

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edge of town

edge of town,

a magical place,

where hills begin their reign,

and nature, king.

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yellow

look at the yellow,

the yellow,

ignore the red,

the blue in the background,

but yellow,

instead.

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