Sunday Whirl
The Migration of The Cranes
The weather was grey all day
The sea the color of pewter
Your eyes no longer green
We watch overhead
The flocks of sand hill cranes
Return again this year
We could see their beating wings
They did not squander
Their precious energy
They seemed suspended above us
You are my fellow traveler
We make our way into the canyon
There is no lane to follow
It is but an alley into ancient grounds
Another time
Another people
Inhabited these lands
The sand hill cranes
Made their migration
Making no accommodation

As they slowly disappeared
Intractable only on their own terms
annellannell 
Annell- I really like how you wove the wordle words here, especially the first part with the cranes.
http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/2012/04/as-i-watched-you-go.html
Thanks for your comment Laurie. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I find the movement of birds fascinating. Few are as mesmerising as the sandhill cranes. You have painted them alive with words.
Thank you Margo. I am writing of a magic day, that will never be again. The cranes will go on forever, (I hope) but we will never be as lucky to be in that canyon on that special day, again. It was pure magic, and I will keep it folded tenderly in my heart and just know I was the lucky one to be there that day, it is my own precious memory… one of two. The other, happened long ago, my son and I was living on the coast of Texas, and I was driving back to town early one morning, and long before I got there, I could hear their gentle callings. So many cranes, like the number of stars on a clear night, were just waking for a new day, they had rested from their migration, in a field the night before. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I would say you have been blessed to have two such memories, annell. I live on a migration path for geese and a number of small birds. We have a maple that is a waystop for some. I sit and watch and listen for hours.
Yes, I agree, because I don’t live on a fly path, but you are also the lucky one! The natural is a wonder! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Thank you for the cranes, Annell. They came alive here, and I hope their numbers increase.
Oh wow, this took my breath away, Annell. “You are my fellow traveller. We make our way into the canyon….an alley into ancient grounds”. Right away one feels the history of the area and is reverent……and then reading below the sight you had of those wonderful birds……..sigh. How absolutely lovely.
I was watching Disney’s Earth last night and there were scenes of skies completely filled with birds – just breath-taking. Like your poem. I so wish I could walk into that canyon with you. With you in spirit as you experience the same wonder as I do in the natural world.
I felt the magic in this, for it surely is magic when we slow down for long enough to actually start to ‘see’ and appreciate the miracles in most of life. It seems as if this was an enchanting day for you. I feel like this when we’ve seen Bald Eagles flying free in the wild as they should be 30 feet above our heads, or, dolphins and seals passing our fav beach cove.
What a wonderful wordle you shared.
Just beautiful. I can sense in your writing how much this experience moved you! You worked the words in so well.
I had a great sense of the ancient and the circle of inhabitance..human and creature..rumbling like a heart beat underneath this piece..fading green eyes and travelling feet..both poignant..and (I hope) comforting..Jae
Annell, you have brought them to life with your words. I am sure it is a treasured moment.
Pamela
Thank you for sharing your magic moment. I have had a few and, like you, hold them close to my heart. Wonderfully woven together, Annell,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/the-dream/
I live in a limited fly way. I had a pair of great blue heron that I used to spot coming and going with the seasons. But then I only saw one…I was told that the mate had somehow gotten trapped and unable to fly, but cared for. And since they mate for life the other just flies this path now…alone. It is quite magical to see the heron resting on his one leg…so graceful. And to see a whole flock…a memory to treasure indeed!
Yes, we used to have a home on the bay, and the great blue herons enjoyed my deck. I always thought of it as a gift. I have wondered, do you think ducks mate for life? Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Not so sure about ducks…there are so many types. We have some that seem to return to our area. One guy I call Tux Duck because of his black and white coloring has had different lady ducks. For a few seasons it was an almost white gal, but this year he seems to have a different mate.