Great Blue

I think of him
As a southern bird
But up here in summer
He is not of unheard

A great blue heron
Keeps visiting the shack
At the lakefront, of course
Not the woods in the back

At dawn and at dusk
He presides at the dock
Regal and majestic
Assessing fish-stock

A symbol of self-reliance
In myth and in lore
Herons are loners
That is for sure

Which means he’s a bird
Who knows me quite well
And maybe that’s why
I’ve been under his spell

And why at my lakefront
He’s become quite a fixture
But he’s camera shy
So I don’t have a picture

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Kindle Scout: The Final Frontier

It’s true and you have
A right to complain
Yet another poem on
My kindle scout campaign

Just this last time
And I promise I’ll stop
But now’s the last week
For you to hop

Over to Five Spot’s
Campaign page
Everyone’s doing it
It’s all the rage!

And while you’re there
Please do hit
That nominate key
And then I’ll quit

Bugging you
To vote for me
I’ll get off your back
And you’ll be free

And next week’s poem
Will be something new
Cuz my Five Spot campaign
Will be totally through

Voting Ends September 14th!

https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/32F95ZQHQMJ52

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