High of wing he glides

Before long another osprey is born …

As I make my way to the shed out back I hear them calling again
the squeals and calls come hither
The osprey has returned to the river nest
down along the big river

When spring breaks along the shores  the ices flows
slow and melting down
They came up the river in a pairing love
before they finally settle down

In the nest of which they return each year
new eggs will be lain and a new pair of wings adorn
As each day they hunt along the shore for food
before long another osprey is born

Standing , watching  then glide on the river’s shore searching
as ever for the meals
With the strength of a man it seems they dive and lift
fishing without the creels

Between  long  claws a trout is held tightly
at least twenty inches head to tail
Yet the strength of the wings and the hunger within
the osprey will never fail

Now days they return again and again until the leaves
turn gold and begin to fall
The osprey returned from the edge of extinction
man may learn something after all



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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

2 thoughts on “High of wing he glides

  • September 6, 2018 at 1:54 AM

    A beautiful life still enduring, and let’s hope mankind can learn from his mistakes, especially where all of nature is concerned. Well penned Ed, very much enjoyed.

  • September 6, 2018 at 5:11 AM

    A lovely piece and so heart-warming. It is wonderful to know the osprey lives on. Thank you for writing this poem, Ed.


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