The Bayou

The Bayou

By Robin Lee Shelby

It wends its way along

Like a meandering snake

Through high land and low

Along ridges and roadways

Home to the fish, the frog and the turtle

And in the lowlands the alligator

Along its banks grow much vegetation

Giant Cutgrass, the Palmetto and the Bald Cypress

With the phases of the moon

It flows one way

And then the other

In its slow meandering way

At times the water is clear

And others choked with hyacinth

Coontails edge the waterside

Along with giant lily pads

These waterways cut through the land

Creating a thousand islands

A sportsman’s paradise

Where fish and game abound