Sonnet of the Green Swamp Photographers

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Sonnet of the Green Swamp Photographers

The fiberous tissue pulls the calcium
To turn the frame just so
Green swamps lift to steal dim snapshots
That develope beyond a pale curtain's glow

As in a shadowly obscura
Or on a splinter of tin
The contours grow increasingly distort
And green swamps must steal again

And as the orb spins on its slant
Thus the hour does go by
Savoring thoughts that do stew
And produce a gentle sigh

And so the sun does rise and passes so each day
Taking my little glances-- and hoping his might steal my way