Best Marshland Poems

There’s a marshland where I come from –
              Wet and slowly dying as aren’t we all and yet,
Still full of life like flying
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In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.

A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies....

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The Marshland
In the middle of the fen where the soil is full of rotting foliage, 
roots of tree from the time the land was a forest, 
a dam where ducks swim and as is the way of ducks noisy in 
their chatter with each other,...

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Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation

Full throated birdsongs from summer clad throngs
On painted wings twittering mimics to the joyful muse
Singing...I...

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