General

It was a perfect and permanent flood, the waters that deepened the hue of the tree barks. That was the bayou, as if land and water came to the most glorious of compromises and made something so spectacularly different from every other place around.

General

We built our cabin on stilts in the bayou and after a couple of years our bridge to the higher ground was complete.The ancient trees around us seemed to grow straight out of the glassy surface of a lake, but in reality it wasn't even knee deep. At night it would be alive with noise and we would sleep under nets to keep out the bugs.

By ravinder, November 19, 2013.
General

On a sunny day in the bayou the trees admired their reflections in the water. To the observer they just stretched high into the blue and continued going right down into the green soup. They stood on century duty over the life there, guarding it, keeping it. They were both home and food, essential for the food chain and maintaining the habitat. They were old and their spirits mostly slept, a hundred years or a day was much the same to them.

By sylviemoore5, October 19, 2014.