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Does It Matter?
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The Ghost of Carter's Lakes
The copper sun slowly fades in the west,
as night hawks leave their hidden nests.
Deep in the dark swamp,
sways the tall Spanish moss laden
cypress trees, in an early evening breeze.
Shadows begin to fall as a whippoorwill
delivers its lonely call.
Loons sing their haunting songs,
as giant mosquitoes seem to hum along.
An old alligator silently slips into his
dark mucky water hole, as a large
cottonmouth slithers onto a muddy
The sounds of all the swamp creatures,
begin their nightly musical features.
The dark of night is about to descend,
as the light of day nears its end.
A crescent moon slowly glides
through the swampy haze, as
the nightly dew leaves its wet kiss.
Once again the ghost of Annie
Carter silently glides through
the soft shrouded mist.
Night after night for fifty years,
in her glowing gown...
she always reappears.
As time seems to stands still…
in this eerie place of silent
sadness and ghostly tears.
Jackie R Kays
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