Out of the Wild BlueA Poem by Richard WilliamsTribute to my Dad.Far from the coal mines of Sagamore, far from the little house on Church Street, a blue heron soars high above the waters of Lake Hamilton. His arena the sky, his republic the green and blue vistas far as the eye can see, he heads northward, tipping his wing as if to acknowledge our wonder. His words are his very presence, his statements the elegance filtered through eons of selection. No words are spoken, yet he speaks to us nonetheless: "I am one of many, yet I am unique; I hold pockets of air beneath my wings, and I am proud; long after I am gone you will see horizons I have seen, and breathe the air I have breathed; my crossing is my very being, and with me, today and tomorrow, towers with uncounted hearts the power and beauty of love." © 2010 Richard WilliamsAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 17, 2010 Last Updated on September 17, 2010 Tags: coal_mines, Sagamore, blue_heron, Lake_Hamilton, sky, blue, wing, elegance, selection, beauty, love Author
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