A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 1

At the rectilinear stand of the awesome pines,a sputtering forester sweet and sour,wandered like a lonely cloud at the sweepings of this regalia,to bone thin phalanx flanking roadside,afterthought magnolias blossoming,adorned purple,yellow and pink,and a gallery of dancing ferns across the bush pathways.White flags draped and swollenhead switched to awe and a sword dance at his swoon not embattled by a trip to the land's end,a vast swathe of the coast acatalectically burried in sand,mangroove,lively oaks,razed gulfweed proned to seahorses tails'clinging and seaweed.An ecosystem not abdicated by swordplays and sheer thin palms of palmettos,augury of triumph and adamantine flung over vanquished trip of the forester to bliss on hallowed ground.His riverie hidden by lofty sacks of row and length perspired and fleckled by cotton plants,tattered rainments sewn at cross swords,in a battlefield that discountenanced colored troops,swooping at no defiance.And lo,prickled the conscience of a seared dawn at port biafra.