The Wondrous Spring Migration,

Has Always Filled Me With Elation

“When I would recreate myself,

I would seek the darkest wood,

The thickest, most impenetrable swamp,

And I would enter them as sacred places,

As Sanctum Sanctorums.”

Henry David Thoreau

Painting by Owen Gromme

There is a place I like to visit

Each and every Spring season

A place, now brimming with life

A place, with purpose and reason

This place is Winnebago Marsh

Home to nearly 300 bird species

Wetlands and birds, are the key

To Earth’s ancient ‘life diversity’

I love watching its wondrous birds

I love listening to it, quietly breathe

I love gazing at sunsets over its water

All of these things, bring serenity to me

This wetland was formed by glaciers

So very many thousands of years ago

A very natural breeding ground, for ‘Life’

A sacred place, Native Americans loved so

Watching its birds swoop in, so splendid

Listening to all its birds sing, so glorious

Marveling at its ancient, natural, majesty

A wondrous God-given gift, for all of us

Earth’s wetlands provide us with fresh water

Earth’s birds bring us joy, in so many ways

Without either, our lives would be very dismal

I hope to wander wetlands, the rest of my days

©Spring 2013, Mr. Ed