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[aid] => mick
[title] => Swan song
[time] => 2003-12-03 04:42:44
[hometext] => Unlike many human beings, Swans mate for life
[bodytext] => An old canal crossing a marsh
'twixt oil works and the sea.
the loneliest unromantic spot
you'ld never wish to see
And yet a pair of swans chose it
to raise a family
among the reeds, forgotten,
as peacefull as could be
Year on year each springtime
they transformed the scruffy scene
sereenly cruising up and down
assiduous, they'd preen
Then followed little signets
not more than three or four
dashing, thrashing to and fro
scrambling up the shore
The young birds grew so quickly
desparate to be a swan
Then one day like the autumn leaves
the family were gone.
It wasn't sad, it wasn't bad
not something there to fear
t'was rather something to be glad
for they'd be back next year
And so it went on every year
too many to remember
Our marraige parallel to theirs
from April to November
But time, the thief of memories
had yet to make his "tally"
...............................................
The male was stood a'top the bank
staring up the valley
His gaze it never budged an inch
for days and days and then some
focussed on the valley
out of which she'd come
He only stayed a lonely month
and never came again
We pray for just a few more years
before we share his pain
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[informant] => wrybod
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[score] => 20
[ratings] => 4
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
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Swan song
Contributed by
wrybod
on
Wednesday, 3rd December 2003 @ 04:42:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
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An old canal crossing a marsh
'twixt oil works and the sea.
the loneliest unromantic spot
you'ld never wish to see
And yet a pair of swans chose it
to raise a family
among the reeds, forgotten,
as peacefull as could be
Year on year each springtime
they transformed the scruffy scene
sereenly cruising up and down
assiduous, they'd preen
Then followed little signets
not more than three or four
dashing, thrashing to and fro
scrambling up the shore
The young birds grew so quickly
desparate to be a swan
Then one day like the autumn leaves
the family were gone.
It wasn't sad, it wasn't bad
not something there to fear
t'was rather something to be glad
for they'd be back next year
And so it went on every year
too many to remember
Our marraige parallel to theirs
from April to November
But time, the thief of memories
had yet to make his "tally"
...............................................
The male was stood a'top the bank
staring up the valley
His gaze it never budged an inch
for days and days and then some
focussed on the valley
out of which she'd come
He only stayed a lonely month
and never came again
We pray for just a few more years
before we share his pain
Copyright ©
wrybod
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Re: Swan song
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by Merry on
Wednesday, 3rd December 2003 @ 09:53:53 AM AEST
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Beautiful and sad - brought tears to my eyes. Cheers to you!
merry |
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Re: Swan song
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by DreamWeaver on
Thursday, 4th December 2003 @ 04:20:47 PM AEST
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| Such a beautiful idea for a poem ... also, it's very well written ... with a heartbreaking, but excellent ending ... Jan |
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Re: Swan song
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by lovingcritters on
Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 02:48:36 AM AEST
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Oh Bob, what a thoughtful write, and loving too, to share your beautiful story about a Swan and parallel it to you. Yes, Death is such an enemy for Swans, and all alive...
For we are left alone and must survive.
This poem was very touching, sad and true. There comes a time when one must leave,
I always prayed , selfishly hoping I'd be the first to go, enemy my foe.
Your poetry is so filled with images, that pulled at my hearts strings.....such as he just stood looking there for her. It takes years to realize that they are gone.
You did really well Bob...I've read it 3 times.
lovingcritters
ConSueMate.
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Re: Swan song
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by venkat on
Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 03:46:29 AM AEST
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| Hi Bob, I read this yesterday..but I didn't leave a comment in my haste..This is an exceptional write from you..really heart touching and one of your best..hugs my dear learned friend. venkat |
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Re: Swan song
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 09:57:55 PM AEST
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| oh wow, i have shivers and misty eyes, sooo beautiful, i wish you both many more happy years:) hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Swan song
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by ArdRi79 on
Sunday, 7th December 2003 @ 08:45:00 PM AEST
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I really like the comparason between nature and humans especially the swans, the last three stanzas were achingly good. It must be an incredible thing to have spent your life with someone like that, thanks for sharing.
Ive fed a family of swans for 3 years last year they beautified the canal and cut away all the vegitation, I didnt think the swans would come back but there i spotted a big healthy signet there 2 weeks ago :) |
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Re: Swan song
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by sweetangeluk on
Wednesday, 24th December 2003 @ 09:59:18 AM AEST
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He only stayed a lonely month
and never came again
We pray for just a few more years
before we share his pain
Oh dear that brought the tears rolling on christmas eve.
Such a beautiful poem a excellent write
Loved it
love Angelxxx |
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Re: Swan song
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by Bizzy on
Sunday, 25th January 2004 @ 04:11:18 PM AEST
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Dear Bob, After all the praise you've received for this poem, what else could I say?
I have often thought what will it be like when my big, old swan is gone. How will I go on? How long will it take me to just go on living, as we have been together more than 2/3 of my lifetime? You really grasped and related the story well. Friend, Bizzy |
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