Juvenile Black-Crowned HeronI am beauty in the
Eye of my beholder,
I am strong and free.
They wish that they could
Fly and
Spread their wings like me.
I have no bounds to hold me,
I go wherever I want.
And if I should
Need some sustenance,
I simply go and hunt.
I am beauty in the
Eye of my beholder.
They are jealous tis true,
They wish they had
This simple life
Soaring in the open blue.
P. Contreras
Weird, I am sure I commented on this, because I Love this Poem so much! The photographs go with it perfectly! You are Beauty P... I love your poems and Photographs!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Teresa, I think you may have commented on it in a G+ post. I had it there as well. One of my favorites as well.
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