Angelical Swan Poem by Sarah Persson

I walked along the old river bank,
The trees had now shed autumn leaves,
The twigs underfoot snapped loud as I trod,
There's not much around tween the gaps in the fog,
But just as I rounded the corner today,
The grace of a swan caught my eye,
Angelical plumage, magestically proud,
The magnificence passed by without any sound.

Like a skater on ice he glided with grace,
An image so pure like the snow,
With a full span of wings so slender and strong,
He drited himself to where smooth waters flow,
And once again settled he bowed down his head,
And gracefully moved on his way,
How often I pass here but nothing I see,
Could endear me as much as that angel today.