Denizens of the Low Country

Where the sandhill cranes gather, I stand and watch the swans preen In the morning sun near the bridge Alone, except for a circling vulture All denizens of the lowland culture, Passing high over the flanking ridge A red-tail hawk hereabout rarely seen Above the warm, crystal blue water.
written February 19, 2022 (Using the reverse rhyme scheme which I have discovered in so many of my poems: abcddcba)
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Krutsinger Avatar
February 23, 2022 at 10:03 AM
I should come to the low country to see this esteemed red tail hawk, maybe I will in the summer!
Hankins Avatar
February 23, 2022 at 11:01 AM
This was a park between Orlando and Titusville. So, if you're in the area, you just might!
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