My Third Poem In Celebration
Of ‘National Wildlife Week,’
From My Nature Inspired Book,
Where The Redwing Sings
“Remember that all things are connected,
And that all things, have a purpose.”
A Native American Proverb
This very majestic aquatic creature of the northwood
Is one of the oldest living bird species, on Planet Earth
They have roamed the world’s waters, for 65 million years
And this fact, fills my soul with both wonderment and mirth
The Native American Nations of the vast Great Lakes Region
Have numerous legends about this intriguing bird we call ‘Loon’
I’ve been fascinated by these creatures, ever since my childhood
And I love listening to their extremely captivating and haunting tunes
Although I could never do justice to the old Indian Loon Legends
This is my version of one that they’ve handed down through the ages
These very ancient Native American lake dwellers, respected all of life
And in my nature loving soul, I truly believe that they were ancient sages
In the beginning of all of Creation,
The world was a gigantic, black, void;
Kitchi-Manitou, the Creator, made the Sun,
And now, The Great Darkness, He destroyed.
As this new sun now rose up out of this darkness,
The Creator fashioned a bird, which He made wise;
And soon, this glorious new sun’s brilliant radiance,
Began reflecting in Earth Diver’s penetrating red eyes.
As the very first sunlight of this newly created world,
Began emerging, from the once eternally black night;
It magically began to distinguish itself quite prominently,
On this bird’s plumage – created so boldly black and white.
Then Kitchi-Manitou, The Great Creator of All Things,
Gave this Earth Diver one last extremely wondrous gift;
His voice can still be heard, in the Loon’s captivating wails,
Each and every morning, on the lakeshore, in the morning mist.
Since I still find this ancient Native American Legend so very intriguing
I will often journey to an uninhabited lake, with my trusty old fishing rod
But instead of fishing, I find myself totally captivated by the Loon’s voice
And quite often, I actually do believe that I really do hear the voice of God
Theirs is the captivating, eerie, ancient, voice
I so eagerly listen to, in the early morning mist
Their calls bring to me, such joyous tranquility
They are truly one of Creation’s wondrous gifts
©National Wildlife Week 2010, Mr. Ed
Where The Redwing Sings
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