Monday, November 19, 2012

More Gifts of Fall

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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.