Swampyville's - "A Swampyville Spring"!
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From the Swampyville Gazette!

Your the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words

or use your own words.

All, along, be, brook, by, clash, clover, fly,

gone, nook, over, stash, tall, tree,

A Swampyville Spring!

By L. Don Oliver

In my seventy third Spring,

The squirrels are digging up their _____;

The little sparrow is on the wing,

The honeybee and hummingbird about to _____;

The Blue Heron is on it's perch,

Waiting for a tasty meal to swim __;

The flowers are unfolding their blooms,

Where the warbling wrens still ___;

A black racer snake chasing a lizard,

The fish are leaping in the _____;

A frog croaking upon a lily pad,

The hungry bear departs it's ____;

An unconcerned cold blooded Alligator,

Lazily sunning upon a fallen ____;

A large clump of water hyacinths,

floating to where they shouldn't __;

Fishing with an old cane pole,

Watching the cork bobbing _____;

Lifting the line from the water,

No worry that the bait is ____;

Remembering a far away youth,

Searching for a four leaf ______;

Perhaps one day I will find it,

Before this existence is ____;

The leaves are shading green,

The cypress trees are growing ____;

I will enjoy every approaching spring,

Until, for me, there is none at ___;

Previous Poem.

Freedom's Wake!

By L. Don Oliver

Standing by a grave stone,

History etched upon it's face;

One who sacrificed his all,

Is now lying in disgrace;

He heard the beating of a drum,

The beckoning call of a fife;

Never once thinking of himself,

He went forth to pledge his life;

Into the Valley of the Damned,

No thought to his own affair;

For God, family and country,

He dared to venture there;

Now, he is purposely forgotten,

Lying in a field overgrown with weeds;

No one there to salute his valor.

Too busy with their own selfish needs;

We are in the Progressive's fold,

Where Freedom has become passe;

What we once could say before,

Today, we dare not say;

When Internationalism seals it's place,

And Nationalism is without any call;

We have only ourselves to blame,

For this Republic's eventual fall;
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