I Can Hear the Swamp Singing

by Sullivan Grundy

Once again, I wrote this for English class. The assignment was to write a poem in the style of Walt Whitman's 'I Can Hear America Singing' from his book Leaves of Grass.

I Hear the Swamp Singing

I hear the Swamp singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of onions round and light golden,

The Willows singing, with their swooping branches and hanging greenery,

The babbling brook, singing cheerfully all along,

The chorus of snails, marching between the grasses like soldiers,

But one song goes unrivaled, the golden glory it holds,

The song belongs to no other than Shrek,

His skin light green, and layered like beautiful onions,

Truly the lord of the Swamp, showing his unmatched power with a silky smooth rhythm,

With no better place to be, than the Swamp.