The Place I Liked Most

There is a place I went where troubles would melt away

Hours I’d spend there on many a day

Evenings found me there at the swamp in Graeme Hall

Pleased with the birds, the foliage, the fish and all

Little monkey would play monkey see monkey do

A role in the dirt, a toss of a twig, and hands on the head too

Couldn’t wait to feel the quiet at the crack of dawn

Every rustle of every tree, every stretch, every yawn

I would enter across philoxeras vermicularis and some other grass

Laguncularia racemosa was further than rhizophora mangle I needed to pass

I watched these white and red mangrove and their brackish water

Kept search for the tilapia fish, men choose to slaughter

Every one busy caring for shoals of their young

Drawing them back in the pouch of the mouths if danger came along

Males were territorial and could camouflage to hide

Only when they fought were they black with some red on the side

So many egrets, herons and other migratory birds came by

This Graeme Hall Swamp, a paradise, should never be allowed to die