Russell Island, By Brian37(AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and brianrrs37 on twitter)
From the veranda
Overlooking the sloped backyard
To see the beauty
Is not that hard
Mangrove trees
With octopus roots
In low tide
Attack the drying mud
Great pretender
This half moon lagoon
Pretending it is a dry riverbed
In some scorching part of Africa
But no,
It is just a slight indentation
In my friend's back yard
High tide will remind it
Shimmering silverback waters
No you are not Africa
The underlying turquoise
Of the bay will remind you
The calm tide gently creeps in
It wants to sooth the angry roots
Lapping around them as if
They're photons acting as both particle and wave
Those clever double slit waters
Undulate the shadows of the roots
Swaying and snaking
Under the broccoli branch mangrove
And those chimps
Are not Orangatangs <-----Misspelling left in for Boru) Should be "Orangutans"
Any which way but loose
They're kookaburras
Lap lap lap
The tide slowly creeps in
A heavy piece of driftwood
Submerges like a navy sub
But it is only temporary
The tide retreats
Those angry roots
Exposed again
From the veranda
Overlooking the sloped backyard
To see the beauty
Is not that hard
Mangrove trees
With octopus roots
In low tide
Attack the drying mud
Great pretender
This half moon lagoon
Pretending it is a dry riverbed
In some scorching part of Africa
But no,
It is just a slight indentation
In my friend's back yard
High tide will remind it
Shimmering silverback waters
No you are not Africa
The underlying turquoise
Of the bay will remind you
The calm tide gently creeps in
It wants to sooth the angry roots
Lapping around them as if
They're photons acting as both particle and wave
Those clever double slit waters
Undulate the shadows of the roots
Swaying and snaking
Under the broccoli branch mangrove
And those chimps
Are not Orangatangs <-----Misspelling left in for Boru) Should be "Orangutans"
Any which way but loose
They're kookaburras
Lap lap lap
The tide slowly creeps in
A heavy piece of driftwood
Submerges like a navy sub
But it is only temporary
The tide retreats
Those angry roots
Exposed again
