Visit the only bald cypress blackwater swamp habitat in Wake County and you will feel like you’ve stepped back through the ages.
~from Robertson Millpond Preserve brochure, Wake County Parks and Recreation
If you know us, you know that Melissa is the poet in the family, not me. But I thought this would be an opportunity to take some time and try to write, and, hopefully, get some tips on the craft. And it certainly is a beautiful place, so what’s to lose??
It was a hearty group of folks that assembled Saturday afternoon, ready to paddle into the swamp on what turned out to be a very brisk day (highs only in the 40’s). The marked paddle trail winds through the cypress trees for a little over a mile, with a nice change of view from sections of narrow, twisting trail, to small openings or “rooms” in the otherwise heavily forested swamp. I had helped Melissa lay out some signage in the swamp for use during the workshop before everyone arrived and was struck by the diversity of plants growing on the small cypress islands.
As our line of kayaks snaked through the swamp, I enjoyed the fact that I was a participant, not in charge. It gave me time to observe and help others as they pondered some natural history mysteries.
We paired up at one point and took some time to observe the communities on several cypress islands. One team found a fascinating mini-sculpture of a wheel bug egg mass.
Something else we saw as we examined the tangle of life on the islands were hundreds of tiny whitish, vase-shaped structures scattered among they fallen cypress needles. At first glance, they resemble a tiny fungus, but they are actually caused by the larvae of a gall midge fly classified as Taxodiomyia cupressi. Galls are formed in response to chemicals injected by the adults at the time of egg laying, or produced by the developing larvae and are characteristic shapes on specific areas of certain plants. Each type of gall insect creates a unique structure on a particular species it favors. It would be like living in our refrigerator – a nice, relatively safe home, with plenty to eat.
After paddling, stopping, observing, and writing for a few hours, I finally came up with a poem. Mimi instructs her students to not have any disclaimers about your poetry (this isn’t very good, I am not that pleased with it, I’m not really a poet, etc.), so I’ll leave all that off (sort of)…here goes:
Paddling on this glassy highway, through a city of islands
Taxodium towers, gray-trunked skyscrapers
Sentinels, watching over their tangle of tenants
Crowded storefronts with strange names, hawking their winter wares.
Dodder has braided bracelets.
Alder, catkins and cones.
Titi, with patches of red and green.
And dried flower bouquets from Itea.
Beneath each tower, a rust-colored carpet, soft and spongy,
A welcome mat and refuge for weary drifters
Traveling with me on this highway of wind and water, all seeking sanctuary
Your poem is wonderful! I love your list of “merchants” and their “wares.”
Thank you soo much. I usually just look and read but this was a special one AND the cumulative high quality of your posts compelled me to tell you! Where can I send money?
Thanks, send it to your local land conservancy:)
And I love your final lines about the soft and spongy welcome mat for drifters seeking sanctuary!
Thanks, Mary Kay. That was a very noticeable feature of the cypress islands, a thick layer of cypress needles.