Gary Smith Poet Quintain (English)

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.

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Lindsay Laurie July 26, 2019 at 8:15 PM G'day Gary ... very well described Gary. So graceful in flight - thanks Gary - Lindsay Gary Smith July 27, 2019 at 4:45 AM Thank you Lindsay. :)

Jan Allison July 25, 2019 at 4:34 PM superbly penned Gary i adore watching the herons when i go for walks along the coastline:-) hugs Jan xx Gary Smith July 25, 2019 at 4:35 PM Thank you Jan. :)

Gershon Wolf July 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM Just an excellent entry for the contest. Superb, perfectly penned, classical style. G.L in the contest, Gary. Best wishes, gw Gary Smith July 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM How kind Gershon thank you. :)