Wood Nymph
A Day of Freedom
Put on your longest waders.
Someone will help you stand.
Meander down that long, winding road
that leads to Kinsey's Landing.
If you're from the Lowountry,
you are familiar with cat-claw briers
avoid the dreaded Devil's walking stick.
You will wonder if you've lost your mind,
but it's going to be worth the trip.
Take a long stick to measure the depth.
Don't worry. You won't drown.
You will need a change of clothing
before you go back to town.
The squish of your steps
will be the only thing you hear.
Dont worry if you bog to your waist,
some one will help.
You may be the ridicule of conversation
but what are friends for?
Next time YOU will be a professional
and ask,"What are friends for?"
Dogwoods bloom, the small of wild magnolias
gives one a sense of peace and freedom.
Hold on to the memories, I told you.
untouched by human hands
This is a part of God's kingdom.
The squish of your steps
Someone will help you stand.
Meander down that long, winding road
that leads to Kinsey's Landing.
If you're from the Lowountry,
you are familiar with cat-claw briers
avoid the dreaded Devil's walking stick.
You will wonder if you've lost your mind,
but it's going to be worth the trip.
Take a long stick to measure the depth.
Don't worry. You won't drown.
You will need a change of clothing
before you go back to town.
The squish of your steps
will be the only thing you hear.
Dont worry if you bog to your waist,
some one will help.
You may be the ridicule of conversation
but what are friends for?
Next time YOU will be a professional
and ask,"What are friends for?"
Dogwoods bloom, the small of wild magnolias
gives one a sense of peace and freedom.
Hold on to the memories, I told you.
untouched by human hands
This is a part of God's kingdom.
The squish of your steps
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A Day of Freedom
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