EcoStrides

The wind shakes the leaves of the cottonwood tree like a million tambourines

The waves slap the shore like brassy symbols

The woodpecker taps out the beat like a snare drum

And the songbird carries the melody

We were surrounded by dozens of prehistoric creatures. I was struck by their color—black. They were well camouflaged, swimming through the dark waters of the canal. Then the boat sped forward and an enormous white creature appeared from nowhere. It spread its wings and took to the air in front of us. The most beautiful creature in the Everglades—the Great White Heron—shares its home with the alligator.

There once was a dog named Spot
whose life jacket made him hot
His attitude was healthy
He thought himself wealthy
His red canoe was his yacht

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Sitting in a red canoe
What a splendid thing to do
Sharing the water with the loons
Paddling around without iTunes
Staring at the sky so blue

Nestled in needles
A gust of wind blew it down
Green and purple cone