The Blue-Winged Teals are gone;
They winged north at the first long sullen heat.
I loved them for their calm.
They were always together, the pair
The female somewhat plain;
The male bright with colorful flair.
Unlike the egrets, herons, and martins;
The gallinules, moorhens, and jays;
The wood storks and the limpkins;
My Blue-Winged Teals would stay
Placid in their little pond, not rushing
Here and There, pecking and poking,
Squawking, and flitting, flying away,
Thither and yon about Green Cay.
And they seemed content in each
Other’s company, never arguing,
Swimming side-by-side, to reach
Some foliage on the other shore.
Their tranquility touches my heart
It is something they might teach,
The two of them never apart,
To a world that is on the march.
Hello Eugene. First, thanks for reading and commenting on my poem. Second., I loved your poem and the beauty of some of natures creatures you spoke of. Nice work, Loyd
Gino, Green Cay sounds like a bird hotspot. when do you serve dinner? ? i rarely have seen blue-winged teals here on the coast of northern california or in my many years in central new york. but when i have seen them here, it has been one or two pairs i guess. and while the males aren't (too me) splashy in their costume, they do appear rather stylish with the white crescent on the head and the sometimes subtle appearance of blue wing patch. maybe the fact that they are so calm in appearance makes them a good target for duck-hunting predators. thanks for sharing another bird poem with me. :) bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beautiful poem about an enchanting bird..so naturally portrayed..