The Great Blue Heron always does its best
While hatching, fledging, high atop its nest;
With Nature's rhythms every day is blessed,
As surely as the Sun sets in the West.
The heron pair take turns to go on quest,
Come back to tend the young, by life possessed;
When one departs, the other stays at rest,
With awesome grace.— At camera's behest,
I watch and wonder, uninvited guest.
Men seek conceits, awards, to be conferred,
Then strut and fret with pridefulness absurd;
Some dote upon a poet's every word...
But I'd prefer to be more like that bird.
< April 2012 >
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A down to earth poem, your last four lines concludes with a salt of the earth ending, nature is full of just the right ingredients to humble us. Great poem!
Thank you very much for this wonderful comment! I really appreciate your constant readings of my poems and find your reactions most encouraging...