There is a secret hidden out in the swamp.
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Old Lonely Boat
27 July 09
The moon shines brightly
The mist over the swamp
Gives a dark feeling
Creaking
The old lonely boat
Creaking
The smell of death
Lingers about
Tied to a cypress
Hidden deep
In the swamp
Eyes have not seen
In many many years
Not living eyes
No one comes here
No one dares
Fear fills this place
Fear seeks any
That come near
Fills them deeply
Many go away
Few seek it more
Those few die
This boat of death
Who brought it here
Why hide it away
What will happen
When the rope rots
Setting the boat free
Free to drift
Out of the swamp
-creak-
More of my Writing:
Hi Milton, I used your poem for my photo, I used to do poems myself during high school and I will understand if you will not like to let me use your poem… Anyway please contact me on my email address you will find in my copyright info down my photo.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vaskenspiru_photography/3823207997/
Thank you very much and congrats for your poems 
Best Regards,
Vasken
P.S. I would have liked to contact you with personal messages but I didn’t found the way to that.
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