Now An Open Space
Now An Open Space
Sure had been such a beautiful swan
But pretty soon she will be gone
With feathers which were so white
Now high up heaven this very night.
Return back to us she never will
Swam in pond in front of a sawmill
As water would flow over the wheel
Thoughts and emotions I could feel.
Took pictures of her there in the sun
Frolicking in water having much fun
And was Late last night of yesterday
When she apparently passed away.
Life seems so lonely without her here
And up into dark sky did disappear
Into heaven where new home will be
Result of another pollution fatality.
Soon no swans will be on earth anymore
And now each time when I open my door
Recent reality I finally will have to face
Pond and sawmill are now an open space.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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