FAR ROAMS THE NOBLE MANATEE
By Margaret Jane Jones
A fathom deep in hushed waters
Along the coast of sun-kissed bay,
Then up a lazy river way,
There slips a shadow long and gray.
Like a phantom it dips and glides
In silent ease, and now itslides
With flippered thrust up-up to where
It breathes a breath of freshened air.
When its curious face bobs out,
Wrinkled and wet with whiskered snout
And hintof smile, though somewhat odd,
It blinks an eye with winsome nod.
It surfs and plays along the shoal,
Then sinks below with body roll
To patch of plants on which it feeds,
An evening feast of water weeds.
Past mangrove isle and lost lagoon,
‘Neath noonday sun and moon,
Forever onward, wild and free,
Far roams the noble Manatee.
Margaret Jane Jones.
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