Ode to Sandhill Cranes
Harken to
the skies above
To calling
cries of birds I love
Carols of ancient songs they sing
Lift my
spirit both fall and spring;
They glide
along invisible seas
In wistful undulating V’s
Homeward bound
to southern shores
To spend
winter there once more;
To hear the
warbler tweet its tune
Or listen to
the woeful loon
Or so many
other feathered refrains
Cannot match
that of cranes;
Oh dream I do
of lofty flights
With gangly
groups of such delight
To float on
graceful wings of hope
Such inner
peace which they evoke.
