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Here's My Poem : The HERON
May 8, 2008 | 8:44 AM PST
Tag: HERON poem

THE HERON

 

The tall, skinny heron stalks the pond keeping a wary watch

With slow, deliberate movements – an exhibition of ultimate patience

For keen eyed fish and sharp eared frogs are not that easy to catch.

 

Whenever I walk the perimeter of my pond

Turtles spy me a mile away

And blip, blip, blip, they silently slip

To the depths where the pond fronds play.

 

Frogs of all sizes sun themselves on the “beach”

But long before you come near

They leap out deep with a yell that’s a screech

And it always startles me here.

 

I have to hand it to the heron for the patience he shows

And the utmost concentration with each step he takes

A practiced art because he knows

No meal comes with mistakes.

 

© 011106 Sherrie