A Herons Pace
Ungainly, slow, he took his time
Slowly flapping languid wings,
The Heron now began to climb
'Twas though it was his final fling,
He seemed to give it everything.
Yet as the Heron began to soar
It changed from toil to avian grace,
No heaving struggle any more
Elegant flight took it's place,
Life, played at a Herons pace.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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