“I realized that if I had to choose,
I would rather have birds,
Than airplanes.”
Charles Lindbergh,
Shortly Before His Death
I was standing outdoors
It was shortly after dawn
Enjoying another new day
With my dogs on our lawn
I looked up to the heavens
And, I saw them in the sun
They were all heading north
Spring Migration had begun
I first learned all about them
As a young child, so long ago
From a nature-loving instructor
“Your neighbors, you should know.”
They are amongst the oldest
Living birds on Mother Earth
And, watching them head north
Always fills my heart with mirth
For many millions of years on this planet
In Spring, they’ve returned to the northland
Their numbers, very sadly, are now dwindling
So spotting them, for me, is always truly grand
They make numerous stopovers on their journey
In the wetlands and marshes, along their long way
But we’ve now drained, so many of their rest stops
From the skies, they now see steel and concrete, today
Ancient instinct and perseverance, urge them on, to their nesting grounds
Following the same route of their ancestors, up to Wisconsin and Michigan
These magnificent Sandhill Cranes have seen so much change, in 200 years
I pray they don’t follow the path of the Buffalo, which we brought to an end
I looked up to the heavens,
And I spotted them in the sun;
I was thrilled they were still there,
One more Spring Migration had begun.
©Spring 2010, Mr. Ed
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went into the making of this
fine poem. Enjoyed very much Ed.
Blessings, Holly
Anna
I loved your light hearted poem this morning, Ed, thank you for this.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Georg