a glimpse of the mangroves

Imagine awhile
The great mass of rivers
All carrying vast waste
Down into the sea
Passing the mangroves
And leaving debris
As Terribly smelly
As it could ever be

All this stagnation
The stench is colossal
Aerial rootlets mud driven
They
The silt levels rising
Its hardly surprising
In the heat of the sun
What is their to say

Forests of mangroves
Straddle and cling
To the land mass
And evidently slowly they bring
A strength to the coastline
A new habitat
For Royal Bengal Tigers
To show where they are at

A sweep of tan striped and ready
To leap
Cool in repose it had chosen
the deep
Dark olive waters to peacefully lie
Under the branches wondering why
Its private moment
Became widely seen
By the click of the camera man’s
Prowess to lean

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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