Live-Streaming Poem by Harley White

The Great Blue Heron always does its best
While hatching, fledging, high atop its nest;
With Nature's rhythms every day is blessed,
As surely as the Sun sets in the West.

The heron pair take turns to go on quest,
Come back to tend the young, by life possessed;
When one departs, the other stays at rest,
With awesome grace.— At camera's behest,
I watch and wonder, uninvited guest.

Men seek conceits, awards, to be conferred,
Then strut and fret with pridefulness absurd;
Some dote upon a poet's every word...
But I'd prefer to be more like that bird.



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