Silent Swans Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

In a village of condos
There is a beautiful pond
Centered is flowing fountain
Nearby are stately white swans

A lovely picturesque scene
So placidly tranquilizing
A wonderfully relaxing view…
The swans are never vocalizing

Joining are Mallards quacking
Their busy webbed toes propel
As their heads bob and dunk
Exuding joyfulness…all is well

Ignored by majestic swans
As though the visitors
Were superfluous and mundane
An attitude unmindful of conjecture

Free-willed travelers soon fly
Into expanding blue margins
Undaunted…peaceful pallor prevails
As late October winds begin

On a familiar morning route
A shocking sight is rendered
On this bright illuminating day
Frigid swans have surrendered

On shore…submitting to a powerful force
Of the high pressured water hose
Statuesque forms are cleansed to a luster
Readied for storage…avoiding winter snows

10/29/08