Take Me Down To The Wetlands
Unpublished
Where the red-winged black bird
sits on a cattail,
molting and brown
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the wetlands
where the spring water flows.
Where the black bear and bobcat
live in the shadows
of the land that remembers
where the glaciers didn’t go.
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the valley
where the spring water flows.
Rain drops on a pedal
in a world filled with wonder.
Can you hear the thunder
way up on the ridge?
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the wetlands
where the spring water flows.
Where the frogs are croaking.
Where the birds are singing.
Where the trout are swimming
buck-naked in the creek.
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the wetlands
where the spring water flows.
Barefoot and muddy,
rippling with laughter
over rocks and boulders
as old as the hills.
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the wetlands
where the spring water flows.
Driftless and happy,
wild and carefree,
a little bit crazy
with the woman I love.
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the wetlands
where the spring water flows.
Where the mist is rising
in a copper kettle
from the spring to the river
to purify my soul.
Take me down to the wetlands.
Down to the wetlands
where the spring water flows.
Words & music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long 2025 | BMI
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