Sandhill Crane Poem by Barry Middleton
Sandhill Crane
sandhill crane
strutting your stuff
in the parking lot
red hat
tipped forward
powdered cheeks
gray/ochre
mottled dress
ancient bird
your huge wings
soared over us
before Adam
named the beasts
before man
imagined gods
endangered
in Florida
looking for lizards
in the median
the swamp
is to the south
my friend
hard to find
what we need
to survive today
the swamp
is to the south
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:37:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So sensitively imagined and pictured.
Thank you Dimitrios. I still have many Florida birds that I have not written about.