Near the corner of Swamp Road

And Sleepy Hollow are the reeds

Tall and deep they never sleep

Amidst the voices of birds

They dance with song

Community of rural alien life

Congregation of branchless flora

Too dense to fathom

Too tall to touch the tips

Too weak to climb

Nothing symbolic to mystify

Everything common and pure

Just a small space to inhabit

Out of place in these woods

They are beautifully obscure

© Paul Viel 2002