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