The Swan. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

You gracefully roam the lake,
with your majestic long neck,
stretching up to the sky.
The sun is smiling down at you
as you pick up food by passersby.

The day has just started and you are full of life.
Along comes your only one, your dear wife.
The two of you will stay together, so it is for swans.
Mates for life, mates from dusk to dawn.

A lady comes by and throws in some grapes and corn.
A man walks by looking a little forlorn.
You see all things on your daily swim.
You stay out till it gets quite dim.

You love this lake with its lilys and its frogs.
The little twigs that float on by and the logs.
The people who come and throw in some food.
Even the other birds, but it depends on your mood.

So swim majestic bird, sail away.
It's always nice to see you when I come to pay,
a visit to the lake.
I always take some corn and grapes.
I am the lady who loves to feed you and the other birds.
You so make my day.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .