Archive for the ‘Bayou’ Category
Bayou Morning — Computer Art by kenne
Bayou morning
Draped in yellow
Limbs rough and dark
Whisper to the breeze
I listen to the stories
Of men dressed in rags
Only they know the way
For there are no paths
Through dark shadows
Hidden dimensions
In this timeless world.
— kenne
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Bayou Blues (Pete Mayes and John Broussard at Double Bayou Dance Hall, May, 2003) — Computer Painting by kenne)
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
— Langston Hughes
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“Down On the Bayou” — Images by kenne
A lone cloud moves by
collecting others
as the day warms up
over the east Texas swamp.
Here’s the thing,
if you desire
to go on a bayou
nature walk
bring mosquito spray
and a small cooler
of Saint Arnold beer
to watch swamp critters —
alligators,
deer,
nutria,
otters,
bobcats,
coyotes,
and many species of snakes
and birds.
Without cat-like patience
spotting wildlife
can be nearly invisible
to the naked.
It sounds like a vacation spot:
Eagle Point.
But let’s call it what it is
a place where family rules.
We.
Would.
Not.
Be.
Here.
If not for the family.
— kenne
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Dragonfly image taken in the woods of east Texas by kenne
Experts may know why
dragonflies land where they choose
often landing then away they fly
only to come back for a little snooze.
Dragonfly, dragonfly perched up high
choosing a branch on which to hand tight
hoping he will catch her eye
looking for a little afternoon delight.
— kenne
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White Magnolia and Yellow Rose — Image by kenne
southeast Texas,
where the
yellow rose of Texas
meets the
white southern magnolia —
a blind of
fragrance,
culture
and a preponderance of
bullshit
among the
beer drinkers
at the ice house —
“have you read any
Dostoyevsky lately?”
— kenne
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Fishing on the Bayou — Image by kenne
Bass Boat Blues
me and my bass boat
all alone on the bayou
moments to live by.
in bayou country
there are no mountains to climb
just tiny ant hills.
the fish are biting
only they are not keepers
ask me if I care.
for people who know
it is the process that counts
no more, no less — Yes!
green covers side streams
turtles on the backs jump in
breaking up the green.
mercy, mercy me
it is time to be truthful
I don’t care to fish.
I am the guy
carrying a camera
walking the park trails.
it’s time with nature
my breakfast at Tiffany’s
in the great outdoors.
— kenne
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