Okefenokee

“The land of trembling earth” when the Seminoles speak

Of the jungle that the wild inhabitants seek.

The trails left on this waterlogged land

In canoes traveling where the deep sand

Disappeared centuries ago

And are now mirrored in the dark flow

Reflections from this vast wilderness show

A symphonic rapture with the wind’s musical breeze

Glorified in a natural reflection that will tease

The most carnivorous of animals shown

In this vast wilderness and colorful tone

Created upon its birth

In “The land of trembling earth.”

“The land of trembling earth” sends the spirits into the blue sky

Where the skulls of ancient tribesmen linger on high 

And demons deal a harsh hand

Upon the soul of this marsh land

And they dwell upon their hallowed places,

Their bones marking the dead trees with faces,

Their ghosts dwell the stricken trail

Where gators and bears have dwelt before

Upon the trembling forest floor

And creation marveled at its birth

In “The land of trembling earth.”