Swan Stories Worldwide

Swans (a poem)
By:Chris Roe <chrisroe@tiscali.co.uk>
Date: 4 June 2015


Soft, virgin white feathers,
Aware of my presence
But not of my world.

Before me, another world,
No analytic philosophy,
No targets, budgets or schedules.
No self-appraisal,
Or attempt to be
Something other than
Just part of.

Now she rests,
Head tucked under wing,
Slowly drifting down stream,
Among the reads and dragon flies
And the trees on either bank.

I stayed awhile,
Until the moment was lost
But not forgotten,
A picture to place
Upon this page.

Chris Roe

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