Serpents Flower Poem by Henry Whisenhunt

No matter the sun rise, it is still morning that the trees a rise and

greet.

Yes, I did come up with that on me own. Perhaps with time, I will

tell you what it means.

I once seen a beauty down with in the waters, and so close to this

beauty was a Cotton Mouth, nervous as a young lad should be, I feared

nothing, yet was intrigued to see the beauty also had no fear of the

serpent but welcomed it with no discrimination.

 I then realized that as I gazed upon this beauty with in the

currents, the venomous snake was being offered a solid beam to wrap

around, and be safe so near so that the snake did not float away. The

beauty I looked upon in admiration was truly a beauty for with in the

waters, being held by the reptile with a vine outstretched to the sky

was a flower.