Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
The Sandhill Crane
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The fields are alive with murmuring sound
I see the crane ever dancing around
They stand, they sit, all over the place.
like a babbling brook with a stony face.
When one takes flight they all follow suit
to the skys they twine with a bellowing hoot
Flapping, grappling on awkward stilts
painting the sky in patchwork quilts.
A new field awaits their homely roost
giving their journey a relieving boost
A stop in Nebraska just passing through.
Visitors pay homage to this sandhill crew.
Finding the sanctuary a yearly reprieve
until they decide to leap and leave.
Journey’s end to their timely stay
The sandhill crane must now fly away.
how lovely this is! We have sand hill cranes all around us here, they come right up to our front window in groups of 3 or 4 and just stare in at us…it’s too funny!
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Cool!
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I love the warm colours.
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Thank you.
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l love it really.
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Very nice painting.
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Thank you.
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