May Poems and Haikus

Tempean beauty
Tranquil coastal charmer
Titivated lace

Spanish moss is a beneficial epiphytic flowering plant. Photo taken in Charleston, SC.
Tempean ox-eye
titivated petals bloom
butterflies dance

Leptos' flight guided 
by scented highways,
Saguaro Cactus

Xeric ecosystem
Desert wildlife host
Saguaro cactus flower

Sun-loving shrub
Xenomorphic hibiscus
Aussie delight

Xenogeneic
gene transfer evolution
clueless aftermath
@BleuOwl

Vermilion cardinal
resplendent and showy
pulchritudinous
Autumn
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Bittersweet
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Hegemonic media parrots the same song.

Complementary muliebrity of inner beauty blooms.

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(Note: When a woman’s inner and outer beauty shines as one, and the kindness of her soul sparkles, it melds into the essence of femininity—this is something only women do.)

Genetic 
 	haec·
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   life begins at
conception.
the soft adagio of mourning dove
weeds have no place
running wild without boundaries
pachysandra's felicity
Mountain hiking with a friend 
Nature's beauty is a godsend
Eagle eye 
Perch high
Climbing high only to descend
#SundayLimerick
Mountain hiking with friends
Hoping this day never ends
Eagle eye
Perch high
Nature's artistry, little dividends
benison of golden
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                wafts of perfume,  
         butterfly flight path. 
Haiku Dialog
By Rhonda Brown rhondalbrown1028@gmail.com https://brontebrown2.com/

1. Autumn falls silent under the evening snow 
2. bluegrass under feet, goose pimples felicity 
3. living life in a fog, drifting desperately
4. out on a limb hanging by a stem whirlybirds take flight
5. complementary muliebrity of inner femininity blooms. 
6. sweet benison of sunlit air after golden rain, prismatic joy.
7. Nature's beauty shines in the beholder's eyes, beware of bears.
8. evening shadows on crisscrossing paths, uninterrupted
9. Eventide, tealights glow, cicadas sing, swish goes the porch swing.
10. slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, light dances on the water, footprints in the sand (a swish and a turn)
quiescent tide
rhythmic pace of the porch swing
tealights glow
faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit
quiescent and quaint 
frozen heart
a kind touch
melting point

#HaikuSaturday #haiku #senryu #nature #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #Poet #haikuchallenge Haiku Dialog- Precipitation @NaHaiWriMo Ache
Hills and hollers of Arkansas
Stomping grounds for Grandpa
Magnificent feat
Nature's treat
Summers' cold water spa

#Limerick #LimerickSunday
Cedar Falls, Petite Jean State Park
#amwriting #poetry
anatomy of a tree
expose for all to see
pen and ink
tickled pink
delightful artistry
#Limerick #LimerickSunday
Rhonda L Brown / USA
rlbrown1028@gmail.com

brontebrown
The following Kyoka haikus are written by Rhonda L Brown (me) Kyoka were Japanese poems that did not conform to the prescribed norms of waka imagery and diction . Kyoka, poems are less serious and more humorous. With its often political and social content, the kyoka tends to be sardonic and ironic. It can parody the waka and use slang. The kyoka also echoes Senryu in its thematic preoccupation with human nature. 1. the night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness, dreams come night recedes behind the stars- no thought to pending troubles tomorrow sleeps 2. unison parrots hegemony media demise of America wokeness from within- discernment's gift is knowing the difference between the two. 3. If rain no longer fell,    If rain ceased to fall Would poignant tears cease would tears cease to flow?    would your tears no longer flow? If blue dropped from the sky,     Would your smile retrun would your smile return?    If the blue dropped from the sky? If longing is understood,       would you be free to love -    again? H. Gene Murtha Memorial Senryu Contest Rules Two poems per poet Unpublished 1. a morrowless day of whistling threnodies, a fresh tomorrow. 2. Faded white wood planks engulfed in quamoclit, quiescent and quaint.
praj·​na. ˈprəjnə plural -s. : transcendental wisdom or supreme knowledge in Buddhism gained through intuitive insight.
command
Ajna translates as "authority" or "command" (or "perceive"). It is considered the eye of intuition and intellect. Its associated sense organ is the mind.
Hegemony media , Fact or opinion, Null Hypothesis,
This quote is spoken by King Lear about his daughter, Goneril. He's comparing the pain he feels having her—a thankless daughter—to a snake bite. He says that the pain she causes him is “sharper” or more painful than any snake bite.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. 
Slow evanescent
yet, time spins memories
Of you
the sky swishes
the hammock sways 
under a zenith moon, 
untroubled. 
a zephyr breeze
weaves through the zariba hedge
moments  of solitude 
or 
moments before the seige.

March Poems, Rhymes, Haikus

Complementary 
high impact combination
nature's color scheme

complementary combination inner beauty
March 2 book
Flip a page
Mark a page
Read again, a book in hand. 

March 3 soup
Slow down, take the time
make a pot of savory stew
share with a friend or two

Savory and warm
tomato soup with grilled cheese
diagonal cut
Re-share of Facebook post/ Haiku by RL Brown
Haiku and picture by RL Brown
Moons of March

Sky looks down on earth
with the dark eye of a new moon,
spring winks at the stars. 

Seeds shed winter's shield
roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March howls for spring's warmth.

Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon. 

Foretoken of spring
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
Hoverflies delight

Terrestrial tides collide 
rising high, but twice a year.
sun and moon poised.

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced. 

Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap
as March winds breathe change. 
March festivals
Frolic with the daffodils
Wye Mtn, Moss Mtn, AR
Zephyr carries spring seeds
Nightcrawlers dig underground moats
Loam provides their needs
#Haiku_Challenge March 16/Zephyr
Morning Glory
Photo by Tiu1ec3u Bu1ea3o Tru01b0u01a1ng on Pexels.com
foretoken of spring, 
howling winds, blue sky, green grass
March winds breathe change

three hundred year oak
stretches toward sun's warmth
new season to bloom 

#HaikuSaturday #Haiku_Challenge/zeith 
Photos by RL Brown/Moss Mtn, AR
March 17, 2023

FEB NAHAWRIMO 2023

Haiku by R. Bronte Brown/ not for reprint

spring buds pop their heads, 
February trickery,
winter snaps, not yet! Published

Feb 11
winter's shield
hoarfrost, snow blanket
survive or succumb #HaikuSaturday #haiku

rewrite for NaHaWriMo
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams
till stillness comes

a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps

Feb 18
varied highs and lows
February vacillates
spring's on its way



Photos by RL Brown
Nature's mystery sprightly beads nestle betwixt succulent leaves  

Pearly light of glistening eyes echoes a dance of the coming spring.


@NaHaiWriMo

Feb 1 daybreak
morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist
published


Feb 2 dawn/birdsong
Antiphonal tweets
robins, warblers, and blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony
rewrite:
pastoral harmony
robins, warblers, blackbirds
antiphonal tweets

Feb 3 crowing rooster
A crimson trim comb
Proud strut, perched high.
Good morning world


Feb 4 sunrise
morning’s song returns
chee-pippety-chee
spring arias

Feb 5 Breakfast
peel double whop, pop
biscuits fried light and golden
sprinkle sugar dust


Feb 6 morning
the morning light hums
dreams dance in dawn's shadow
young hearts sing

Feb 7
Missed breakfast
Can't wait for lunch
time to graze, brunch

Feb 8 ELEVENSES
An elvish break
peanut butter and banana
RIP Elvis.

Feb 9 Noon
high noon
shadows hide
under feet

Feb 10 Lunch
teacher on the run,
recess, copier, meeting
lunch in hand.

Feb 11 Midday
a contagious yawn
a midday stretch
What comes after ELEVENSES?

Feb 12 nap time
little ones play till
stillness draws the
sleepy eyes shut
all rest.

Feb 13 teatime
front porch cool breeze
scones, clotted cream, preserves
Iced cold bourbon tea

Feb 14 afternoon
out-of-town son calls
visit with elderly neighbor
afternoon delight

Feb 15 Happy Hour
family conversations
around the dinner table
happy hours

Feb 16 Dinner
break a few rules
cold pizza for breakfast,
hot pancakes for dinner
Yum!


Photo by R. Bronte Brown/ South Korea
Feb 17 Magic Hour/Golden Hour
silvery moonbeams
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps in dreams

Feb 18 Sunset
evening wanes
sunlight etches closer to
twilight's shade (reference to age -etch-wrinkles)

Feb 19 blue hour
sky colors ripple
a unique aerial view
coming
down
down
down


Feb 20 Twilight
cicadas sing
silence merges with darkness
tree shadows creep


Feb 21 Dusk
fireflies hover low
in eventide
tealights flicker

Feb 22 Evening
evening sounds surround
life nestles, tweets and twitters cease
swissssh goes the porch swing

Feb 23 Vespers
Violet skies of royalty
evensong of repentance,
Ash Wednesday

Feb 24 Bedtime
Bedside, on my knees
whispers ascend to heaven
I lay down to sleep

Whispering to heaven before I lay down to sleep.
My dreams and hopes

whispers of wishes
ascending to heaven as
I lay down to sleep.

evanescing
pass out of sight, memory, or existence.
"water moves among reeds, evanescence, shines"
To dissipate or disappear like vapor.
Feb 25 the eleventh hour
America's demise
wokeness disinformation
downfall from within

Discernment's gift
facts vs narratives
dividing truth from opinion

Discernment's gift is dividing truth from lies-
fact vs opinions

Feb 26 Midnight Snack
An internal clock
wakes hubby at 12:01
sleep walks to the fridge

Feb 27 Wee hours
Wee morning hours
Perseid meteor show
July and August

Feb 28 death haiku
1. autumn falls silent under the evening snow
2. Winter winds whistling, Indian summer's last stance, bowing gracefully
Feb 28 Last Hour /death haiku
Thanatos’ grim triumph-
fallen, betrayed from within
The Afghan Thirteen,




Above all by Michael W Smith.
Above all powers above all kings above all nature and all created things. Above all kingdoms above all thrones above all wonders, the world has ever known.

January Poems

Photo by RL Brown, Gulf Port, MS
color of the sky
a change upon the wind
longing to be free
sky colors ripple
a unique aerial view
coming 
    down 
        down
            down
slow, slow, quick-quick, slow
light dances on the water
footprints in the sand
Photo by RL Brown, Gulf Port, MS
WIP
If rain no longer fell, would tears cease to flow?
If blue dropped from the sky, would a smile return?
If darkness engulfs the world, would light find its way?
If longing is understood, would yearning fade?
If sadness disappeared would you be free?

Your faith can be likened to a train with an engine and a caboose. Putting your energy/belief in God and His Word is like putting your energy/ fuel (the coal) into the train engine, and it moves forward. If you place your energy (the coal) into the caboose, your feelings, the train doesn't move. Feelings wobble, constantly change, hurl you forward or hold you back. Emotions should not take the lead; they can spiral you out of control if you weigh yourself with them. We have free will by which we balance head and heart and live. by RLBrown
shadows hide, lurking beneath (the fog)
Light invades, droplets dissipate, shadows revealed. 
living life in a fog, drifting desparately
a seasonal leaf
grounding roots
friends are the rings inside

January submission The Monthy Kakai-(Gratitude) by RL Brown
A  clarion call on gradient winds, eagles hitch a ride. (January sky) #poetry, #haiku, 
snow falling lightly
moonbeams prance  (glisten)
nestled deep, all sleep
Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way, is a mist, and gets lost in a fog but is ever moving forward to new horizons. 
autumn falls silent under the evening snow
Photo by RL Brown
Jungle Gym on steroids
Welcome, all humanoids
Imagination
Play Station
Parallel universe- TRAPezoids. #LimerickSunday #LimerickRhyme
Outside play station in Korea

December Poems / Troubadour/Solstice

WIP 

The night star shines
through the night
illumatinating the way


a single voice announces,
the king's arrival,

to live among us.

Christmas morning rings
as the morning light hums,
as a new song begins.

The Troubadour sings
illuminating darkness,
dispelling fear.






Echoes of joy ring
The songless world yearns to hear.
The troubadour’s song.

Morning's light hums
through hate and despair as hope
sings a new redemptive song.
Nature’s beauty shines
from the eyes of the beholder
beware of black bears
Solstice 
scintillating rays
stretch summer's boundaries
nightide catenates

summer solstice June 21, 2022

on a morrowless day
nighttide meets at winter's gate
light concatenates

#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed

winter solstice
Dec 21, 2022

6 facts about the winter solstice

The magic moment. While many focus on the winter solstice as a day in the calendar, what we are actually talking about is a very specific moment which is over almost as soon as it has begun. ...

The Sun stands still. ...
Winter begins. ...
Nine hours darker. ...
The earliest sunset. ...

8 fascinating facts about the summer solstice

It arrives like clockwork. ...
Time stands still. ...
It's not the earliest sunrise of the year. ...
It's been observed throughout human history. ...
Flooding the Nile. ...
Greek feasts. ...
Ancient Roman celebration of home and hearth. ...
It's still celebrated around the world today.
March/ September Spring Equinox
March Equinox

Terrestrial tides collide
rising high, but twice a year.
sun and moon poised.

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.

January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue.
Nothing leaves a mark.

Wintry sky
shear blue bright and clear
cirrus trails
Shear Cirrus trails in the clear, wintry blue sky.
Emotional world
Spinning round the sun leaving
Unanswered questions.
#HaikuSaturday by martha vandivier
@Vandiviergrade3
My Reply:

In between twilight
answers lie within us
for finding the Truth.
#HaikuSaturday by RL Brown

November 2022 Haikus and more

Snow in Arkansas
Ump, get real, it's Arkansas
Snowing in Arkansas
 #HaikuSaturday 
We have a saying in AR, if you don't like the weather, wait a day!
5:59 PM · Nov 12, 2022
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wispy sheers, whispering change, forth-telling

Whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal

Cirrus clouds are thin, feathery, and wispy; portents of rain.
#haiku #monoku #whiptailjournal https://pic.twitter.com/

Winter's warning
wispy, feathery thin, Cirrus clouds,
portents of rain.

Replying to @whiptailjournal
Whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal

speckled sunlight of pattern pathways 

Share a monoku you wrote and the story behind it.
The story behind this: I was reading Richard Peck this summer, inspired by his writing. 
for whiptail journal
Monday is about: Magic of Invisible friends

Nov 21
Replying to
@jerroldconnors
I never had an invisible childhood friend, choosing now, I would pick the mischievous confidence of Bugs Bunny and the quiet friendship of Winnie the Pooh.
I wouldn't care for gremlins since they work for Murphy's Law.

Nov 22 Friendship
Replying to
@JThomasABC
Like a leaf that is brief-lasting a season,
branches that hang around for a while,
or the roots that keep you grounded,
friends are the rings inside you. #InvisibleThings

Nov 23 Creativity
Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way. A mist that get lost in a fog, but is ever moving forward-
to new horizons.
@lozzawriting

Invisible Things/Creativity


Nov 24: Joy
Grandbabies create
a rite of passage for
parents to become
Grand!
@AndrewsSusanM

Passing the responsibility of raising a child to your child and watching them guide, struggle, seek your help and advice, and getting to love and trust them to do their best is pure joy.


Nov 25
Hope hurts!
Hurtful words dash across the heart.
Dreams unrealized lie in waste.
Lost in the darkness, we cry.
Hope lies beyond our regrets and missed opportunities.
Hope restores the heart and clears the way for renewed dreams.
Hope heals!

#InvisibleThings
@jerroldconnors
5:30 PM · Nov 25, 2022



Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication
excerpt: 
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
 
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees' quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep-

Sheltered.  #haikusaturday 

Originally written separately, then one poem.

October Rhymes, Poems, and more/Hallo’s Eve

Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.

Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.

Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam. 

House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.

Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.

one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.

Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.

Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.

Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me. 

Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.

Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.

Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam. 

House to house we seek sweet treats,
pumpkin lights line the street.

Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.

one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.

Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.

Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.

Safe inside we dance with glee.
Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me.
Commercial free image

A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK 

A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK

Jasper, the ghost, refuses to float.
Over water, his stomach would bloat.
Nightshades took pity-
Takes him to the city.
Cruising across the moat by boat.

Vincent roams the skies by night,
foraging for flower nectar to bite.
The flowers all hid,
afraid of this kid.
Vanishing by morning’s light..

Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads.
The wind carries her over the farmstead.
Free to roam,
for a new home.
Spinning her web by the woodshed.

Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch, grim.
He wishes for a face that would grin.
Along came a farmer,
who's a great carver!
Beaming at guests entering the inn.

Shelton Bones travels by scooter
never honking the horn tooter
Ghosts cry yoohoo,
bats screech boohoo.
Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.

Luna wishes to fly by moonlight
seeks a moonbeam to steady her flight.
sleight hullabaloo
incoming cockatoo
Tail-spinning, Luna flies till midnight.


WIP

Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.

one to four
watch them soar
Oh no! It's time to flee.


The old scarecrow frightens Jeanie
because she is such teeny weenie.

tiny in size,
hides from prying eyes,
and eats her fill of zucchini.



oh me oh my, crazy cross eye witch.
Shimmering rays steady her flight,
Winnie yearns to fly by moonlight.
Moonbeams are ready. One cross eye, she's willing to try
She carries her teddy.
Together, they frolic and play till midnight. she frolics and plays past midnight


The great horn owl

a dinner of mice
is a quite nice
hootie hoot hoot,
what a coot
The Last Harvest
By RL Brown


Wind rustles the leaves
Trees shimmer yawning deeply
Anticipation

Autumn equinox,
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts.

Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues.

Extravagant colors!
The migratory birds last song.
Light wanes for evening.

Nature's splendor yields
a harvest of abundance,
Thankfulness expressed.

Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.

Light narrows yet shines.
Truth displayed for all to see,
God’s bountiful grace.

Counterfeit death nears.
The last harvest, winter comes.
Weary souls find rest.
October Haiku
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams 
till stillness comes

a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
---
a shimmering dance
a seasonal rain
blurred lines of change

Kathy Halsey
@infowoman1
·
Oct 9
Replying to 
@RhondaLBrown2
"Blurred lines of change", the consonance, the rhyme, make this divine.
a single-cosmos
harmonious symmetry
its own star system
#haiku
#HaikuSaturday
Photo by RL Brown, a single flower from a field of cosmos in South Korea
The Korean Folk Village

weeping willows
water lanterns 
twilight shift

August Haikus

Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist. 
Haiku Pond/Water Published @Haiku Pond 
morning visitor,
elegant, sleek, dressed in black
but you can't come in
#HaikuSaturday 
I walked in and out several times before I noticed.

Wintry winds
whistling ceaseless
threnodies
(Theme: wind) Haiku Pond submission, Aug 18, 2022

Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist. 
Haiku Pond/Water Published @Haiku Pond 

other ideas for water


tiny rainbows shimmer in the sunlight through the mizzling mist

frosty white
glistening icicles
drip
Haiku Pond/Water

troubled matrix,
stain dewdrops of torment 
or dewdrops of troubled matrix

Sinkholes, shifting sand, 
watchful eyes staring
at a changing basin.

Shrouded storms, titans clash. 
long summer evenings
where forest and child
refuse to sleep
brontebrown2
@RhondaLBrown2
·
Jul 30
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt, 
nourishing deep roots. 
a realized dream
worked for
contains real magic
 #HaikuSaturday
the essence of magic
a realized dream
worked for
free clipart/internet

September Haikus and more

The first Nissan
hopes for peace lie within
the crescent moon
On moonbeams, life frolics till night's hush moves stillness in and draws the sleepy eyes shut, all rest. 

Life frolics on the moonbeam
and plays till night's hush
moves stillness in -
drawing the sleepy eyes shut, 
all rest. RL Brown

jet lag, sleep comes when-
western time, eastern time
neither, baby time 
memories lay curled 
tumbled, dark rumble 
inner balance skewed   
truth is a plumbline 
that does not vary 
or shapeshift.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Bright sherbet colors
familiar and strange
in a foreign land. #HaikuSaturday
annyeonghaseyo from South Korea
Yard mowed, edges trimmed-ha
It's raining, it's pouring-

The grass will grow back 
by morning- 

The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown

“This was written as a haiku, but I trashed it and started over. The haiku may have captured the essence (‘esse’) of Louisiana’s swampland but missed its vibrancy.”

https://www.trashtotreasurelit.com/publishedpieces on April 2, 2023

The Atchafalaya Basin by R. Bronte Brown

Across the boot parishes, a vast swampland exists where the Cypress reign as keepers of the river forest.

Underneath a feathery dome, robed in reddish-bark with shields of twisted branches, resides the age-old kings.

Gators serve as sentries guarding the murky waters below, instilling respect for life and doom for the ignorant.

Sinkholes, shifting sand, watchful eyes always stare, ever mindful of a changing landscape.

A river basin teams with bass, crappie, and crawfish, full of beauty and wonder. Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul.

Stagnant water breeds relentless mosquitoes. Yet, the yellow warbles and purple martins feast.

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, bears, deer, and bobcats, this bayou exists for life and shares in its hardships.

Standing between worlds is a glimpse of immortality, a time passage that remains under the Cypress' rule.
es·se

essential nature or essence.
"two traditions, each of whose esse is opposition to the central tenets of the other"

Across fourteen parishes, the longest swamp river flows, the Atchafalaya River. The Cypress tree reigns as king in the sleepy waters of the Atchafalaya and Chitimacha rivers. They stand tall and proud, untouched by time.

This ecologically rich heritage is as diverse as the cultural peoples who have come to make it their home. European, African, Caribbean, and Native American descendants dug their roots deep into the bayou. The bayou blends them all into a Cajun or Creole cultural mix.

Resources:
https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/

https://www.basinkeeper.org/theatchafalayabasin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.

https://www.bsaswampbase.org/atchafalaya-swamp


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