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Post by mysticbluebell on Apr 26, 2015 21:06:13 GMT
Due to a holiday as well as server problems, I failed my 'duty' here on P2S and I apologize. With the Spring I notice everywhere on lakes and rivers The Swan family |
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Post by doreen23 on Apr 28, 2015 16:30:38 GMT
From Bird Song to Swan Song
On such a wonderful morning
As the sun is beaming down
There is a cloudless blue sky
Over country and town
Spiders’ webs they glisten
On many window pane
Spiders like sunny weather
But do not like the rain
I can hear the robins
Who sing at break of dawn
Such priceless little ditties
Hen and cock sing at morn.
A swan and eight babies
Live near a murky drain
Swans are very loyal
They mate again, and again.
Such glorious creatures
Especially in flight
They live as family
Both day and night
Mother even carries
Cygnets on her back
Dad helps with the eggs
So parenting skills don’t lack
Another wonder of nature
That God has given us
As the only time they sing
Is when they’re in distress
For all swans are mute
Until their mate dies
Then you’ll hear the swan song
As the mate doeth plangent cry.
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Post by mysticbluebell on Apr 28, 2015 21:23:56 GMT
Beautiful and so poignantly said. Great poem Doreen, thank you!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Apr 30, 2015 17:48:32 GMT
The Swan family
Lost in thoughts I walk the shore of an azure lake,
Babbling waves of crystal water washing up the banks.
From tranquil beauty of this silent morning I take
The magic into heart and mind with thoughts of thanks.
A floating field of reed is whispering without breeze.
Ripples murmur gently, then suddenly in disguise,
Something white is hissing there – I ‘shh’ to appease,
Now I can discover a long neck and two black eyes.
With passion Mister Swan appears, defending there his mate,
While his Lady is occupied to look after five baby swans.
Convinced that I’m no danger, they slowly glide out of ‘gate’
A majestic sight how they discover the lake without plans.
The Swan always holds magic as in the legend world
By looks and nature his beauty he can never hide.
Walking on in sunshine, the lake a mystical pearl,
I see a guardian of water-elf-realm the Swan provide.
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