Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,
And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;
~ James Whitcomb Riley,* “The Old Swimmin’ Hole’
Bulrush. Reedmace. Punks. Corn Dog Grass. Raupō.
Cattails, to me.
One of nature’s leading lights.
[Note:Today’s word/photo prompt is “Nature,” and leading lines. I am doing a sort of photo challenge at WordPress.com to get back into photography, which has gone on the back burner since I’ve had so many vision issues.]
*Riley was the “Hoosier Poet,” hailed from Indiana and wrote in the dialect of his fellow citizens.
© 2016 C. Bertelsen