Life At The Swamp

As the roasting sun set on the day,

A wild life chorus began to sing,

Harmonizing, the swamp came alive.

The moon slowly moved across the sky,

Beams of pale light shines on the area.

Bessie the wood nymph rose from slumber

To fly above the ground looking for trouble.

Her long, white nylon dress hung to her ankles,

Satin slippers on her tiny feet,

Long flaxen hair hung down over her shoulder.

Delicate wings flutter on her back,

Her eyes sparkle like diamonds,

Full of happiness, and mischief.

To torment, or help, what ever came her way,

Play tricks on those travelers, unaware

That Bessie the wood nymph patrolled the swamp,

Protects her friends the animals

from fiends looking for prey.

When the rays of the sun did rise each morning,

Bessie flew off to her flower bed

Leaves the ranger to take charge.