Salamander

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Bubbled eyes

and rubber nose

he’s slick and shiny

to his toes

.

with twisty tail

and poka-dotts,

amphibious humor’s

what he’s gots

.

In camouflage quite

excellent hider

pouncing and chomping

the darkling  Spider

.

The grace of the muck

the prince of the mire

he cannot be burned

by the spiraling fire

.

His bright eyes burning

from his shadowy creek

waking Willow DaWisp

from her mythical sleep

.

Keeper of secrets

of the forests’ deep night

he guards the Story

of the courage of life

.

The story is written

on fiery ember

hung in tree limb

To be remembered

.

The story is epic,

a whole universe deep,

but it waits to be told,

to be roused from its sleep

.

The children will find him

guarding this log

he hides on his bookshelf

in his murky black bog

.

The children will listen

and hear the swamp sing

the mysteries of new life

and the courage they bring

.

The book will blow pages

to the breezes that rise

like dandelion seeds

wafting in skies

.

The children will shine

with light in their eyes

when they only love truth

and despise enemy lies

.

They will fight in the battle

against sloth and the grave

when they love learning and life

spreading truth like a wave.

.

Salamander waits

for the time to be ripe

when the children will come

to carry this light

.

The battle is ancient

with an evil enemy bold

but Right always wins

when a good story’s told

.

The universe spins

and spirals in hope

it’s balanced on truth

and in love it floats

.

But bumped from its balance

with marred symmetry

by a people who settle

for a poor mimicry

.

But today we must wait

while we hope and we pray

for bright childlike faith

to vanquish this gray

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