Tuesday, July 31, 2018

AUTUMN IN THE JEMEZ/imaginary gardens with real toads

AUTUMN IN THE JEMEZ

Yes, it was that day
The one we have 
All been waiting for
A sweet day in autumn

We were hiking in the Jemez
In a canyon
With tall dried grasses
Suddenly we heard
Sounds bouncing
Off canyon walls

It was hard to tell 
Where it was coming from
Soft hoots
Echoing back and forth

We hurried our steps
Was it up ahead
What was it
Then we saw the sandhill cranes

Making their migratory
Journey
To the Bosque
Later we were told

Because of the waves
From Los Alamos 
The cranes become lost
They must circle several times

To find their way
It is true for humans too
Sometimes we must
Try more than once 
To find our way

July 30, 2018




2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the info about the sandhill cranes and how alike we are.

annell4 said...

Thank you Sherry.

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