Navigating in the dark
Sailing in a midnight bark
Through a great, dismal swamp of life
But I love this place
This dank and magical space
A sultry and slithering pace
of a mysterious and wild and wholly natural lover
She stings and she bites and she takes souls to drown
but there’s no place I’d rather be, far and away from town
She blooms and she sparkles and she sings away the frown
The non-swamp world throws down.
Amen.
-Darla Vaughan
1-14-15
Barefoot Heathen 