Marshes Poems - Poems about Marshes

I vividly remember my childhood days, we had a small garden, in which we grew marsh mallow, butterflies would sit on them. Moment I woke up, I would run to them, to see how many flowers had bloomed Oh! The exquisite beauty of colourful butterflies sitting on them, it would give me immense joy. I would often gently caress them, smell them, even...

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In the mellow marshes where butter flies abound, a lot of curious critters here are running all around. Some jitter bugs are here with us. Their music drives us nuts. The grass hoppers – kung fu friends of theirs - hop so dang high, they kick everybody’s butts. Those butter flies that populate the marshes, they look so pretty flitting in the sun. But yikes!...

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When I look into your eyes Butterflies I see What a wonderful surprise Butterflies are free Like the dawning day’s gestation Warms the willing wistful breast Rising waves of expectation Race to meet my fawning best In the marsh a mellow feeling Magnifies the morning yeast Virgin lips are finally sealing Summer’s supple sumptuous feast Now the butterflies resplendent Multiply in dreams of light Promises to keep...

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I dreamt I was a butterfly Dressed up in pink and white I flew over a field of marshes mellow And sprinkled clouds of white Enchanting them into butterflies. A field of butterflies we were Of pretty pink and white Till the sun came out and ran about Melting us back to marshes mellow. I woke up with a flying start And caught a glimpse...

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fog covered salt marsh duck hunters tread cautiously fiddler crabs scurry...

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