Sawgrass LakeA Poem by Joel M FryeI have dinosaurs living a quarter mile from my house...how kewl is that?
Something prehistoric does arise
approaching Mother Gator's birthing mound. Reptilian brain, primordial pair of eyes see naught but food or danger looking 'round at local parents, tourists, kids, and I as we stare back in awe. We hear the sound of striped-back alligator babies' cries, seeking out the warmth of higher ground. We move to see them better. Her cold stare and shift in murky water lets us know that not by grace of boardwalk are we there, but her ancestral patience. As I go, I turn once more to see her lying where she has been since a million years ago. © 2011 Joel M FryeReviews
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Added on May 15, 2011Last Updated on May 15, 2011 AuthorJoel M FryeSt Petersburg, FLAbouthttp://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/3w6q0yrymv/01_Ballad_to_Ben.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/jhjs7gw3cz/02_What_Do_I_Say.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/652qs6u270/03_Lady_Chasing_Rainbows.mp3 htt.. more..Writing
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