Ecology Scientology

I enter a swamp as a sacred place,— a sanctum sanctorum. - Thoreau

the evening air pure and willing like a virgin on a wedding night

a royal, robed, october moon glowed with incandescent radiance

illuminating the old marsh down by the train station

where earlier a great, white egret had stood snacking on hors d'oeuvres

amongst serene lillypads and serenading crickets

surrounded by tall crimson and yellow flowers

like spectators at a concert in a stadium

all glowing like unearthed radium

marsh grasses standing up to get a better view

a curios spectacle for me and you

oh the sheer glory

oh the story

speaking to the spirit

embracing the soul

everything dancing in sheer jubilation

so close to the railroad station that claims to take you places and show you things

when nearby is a choir that truly sings

one that really bops and swings

Author's Note

“A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it than by the woods and swamps that surround it.” - Thoreau