Tuesday, May 01, 2007

ATC by Gail D., Canada

The Swan
She paddles in quickly,
Nodding this way and that
Eyes ever moving, counting her chicks
Checking for danger
Ready to see anything coming
If possible before it happens
She settles in and relaxes
Then slowly opens like a water lily
Petal after waxy petal
Some decorated delicately with dew
Others, deeper, lower down,
Tough as elder sisters,
Their arms stretching full out
Then folding, holding all the others
Close to her bosom.
- Mary Billy, Canada
from Over The Falls


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the swan. Beautiful, peaceful colours.

1:34 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oooh! the colours. beauty.

2:45 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

love this piece and the poem too.

3:26 p.m.  

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