Thoughts of a Dreamer

Poetry of KPN- write the first word that comes to mind when you hear the word bayou. After a group of ten or twelve words is written down, the challenge of using them all in a poem comes into place. This is the result. 

This is the Bayou~

Secrets hiding 'neath the waters
Soaked in foggy dripping vapors
This is the Bayou-

Crypts of old American soliders
Draped in clinging Spanish moss
This is the Bayou-

Gators with frog legs hanging
Between sinister teeth smiling
This is the Bayou-

Ghosts that whisper of Voodoo Magic
As an empty pirogue drifts past
This is the Bayou-

This is the Swamp- long forgotten
Tales of glory, misery, and death,
This is the Bayou- always remember  

Renee 2009