A well thought out post title

Many hilarious stories of New York forthcoming. As always, be thy hunger sated with a poem.

To the Swampland Still
Swamp land stretches never ending
Though I know the mire stops
Beaches golden to the east
Forests verdant to the west
But from my low hammock viewing
This is all is all there is
Stagnate sits the water dirty
Plants are rotting all around
Air unmoving trees unstirring
Smells that cling and heavy choke
All is sitting waiting endless
A river of life going nowhere
Slowly does an alligator
Tear the stillness of the water
Small fish flee the reptile lion
Elsewhere though the place is still
Birds there are on listless wing
Turtles sunning still as rocks
Many find this place a home
But for none a paradise