My Swamp
Write The Story My Swamp The paddle dipped into the black water as the canoe slid forward. This process was repeated over and over again as the white barked trees slid by. Just ahead was the marker tree. A tree that looked like the tens of thousands of other trees that were all around them. But this tree had a broken branch that refused to separate itself from tree, so it hung there, lifeless. That was the way of things here. Lifeless thinks hung about, on trees, bushes or in the water. Nothing really moved, except for the animals and they usually hid behind the dead things. Suddenly a bird few from a tree next to the canoe and an alligator's head slipped below the waterline. He was the intruder here. He and his man-made object didn’t fit in with the rest of the trees and it moved contrary to the water’s flow. Jason put his paddle on the other side and started the turn. He needed to go right just before the marker tree. If he waited too long, he would run a fowl on a