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Southern State...

The eerie sounds of swamp-life
muted animal calls
take possession of my senses
from beyond the foggy wall

The sound of dripping water
from gently rowing oars
The gentle shuss of the boat
helps my heart to soar

Gators gliding, spiders weaving
webs to be caught in
The air is pregnant with the smell
the frogs make such a din

Eyes that shine in the darkness
coons up in the trees
Light up the bugs and attract them
mud up to your knees

Louisiana nighttime
Cajan party time
Voodoo priests and spells
Applejack instead of wine

Snakes that slither in the dawn
of the early morning light
The rosy sun that greets you
is such an awesome sight

So, as the fog is lifting
I dip my head and pray
Let me stay like this forever
On this Louisiana day

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'The air is pregnant with the smell'. That's a very powerful line of personification.

Incomparable poetic power so beautiful by the awakened flame---displaying right perception in contemplative thought.

Nice job!

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