[SAMWolf]

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets



Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take

At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes.

Emily Dickinson

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!!
Love this little poem!!
playing the tunes and having hot coffee and donuts in the Lair, how good can it get??
OBTW, here's a little sumthin' fer ya!