The Marsh is marvelous, too marvelous for words.
The grasses swaying in the breeze
Put my heart and soul at ease.
Each little bird with its song of cheer
Brings to my heart a message dear.
The eagle perched, or soaring in the sky,
Brings to my mind the thought,
Oh, that it could be I!
Vultures, beautiful in their ugliness,
Scavenge bodies in an acts of cleanliness.
The birds and bees,
The flowers and the trees
Amidst the constant strife,
Work in unison to spin the web of life.
The Monarch, Buckeye, Viceroy, and Painted Lady
Are spreading life where sunny or shady.
The worms and bugs,
The beetles and the flies,
Perform a thankless job
Upon which our life relies.
The wetlands and the forests,
The prairies and the hills
And all the creatures great and small,
Make you, Oh Lob,
A sacred place for all.
September 15, 2019