His Prize
Irish Settler,
watchting by lake shore,
as a lonely hawk circles,
around the blue velvet sky,
serveral times, then flies off
into the horizon,
then she beckons to her
master as she
swims out to
retrieve his
prize.
Written 6-1-11
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