NATIONAL POETRY MONTH....Day 5

      

Day five in 2018 was on a Thursday.  I was on my way home from the laundromat as I recall when I came around the slight curve in the road (I was driving around a lake).  There were four Sandhill cranes walking towards the lake.  Two were adult size the other two smaller.  They just took their time crossing and they seemed to look both ways before doing so. I sat for perhaps two minutes but it did seem longer.  I enjoy watching these birds who like pedestrians have the right of way.  I was in no hurry but I could see the person in the car behind me.  He had a scowl on his face.  He should know that these birds are around the lake and you never know where you’ll encounter them.  After I arrived home I hurried to get down my thoughts on the situation.  I began to compose this in my mind as I made the five minute drive from where I sat in my car. I’ve written other pieces with sand cranes as a theme.  As I read Day 5 of 2013 I find that I mentioned sand cranes in that piece also.  Odd second time I’ve written about same subject or mentioned same subject in the same days pieces but years apart.  Now I wonder how many more coincidences I’ll find as I re-read my own poems this month. As I have not started working on Day 5 challenge for this year I do know I will not include sand cranes in the piece.  

Until tomorrow.....enjoy the day. 

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        DAY FIVE 2018 

         “CROSSING TO THE LAKE”

           ©Scottie-ann Murphy

 I hit the brakes.....I stop along the 

        lake road

Cars in the opposite lane 

      suddenly come to a stand still

We sit in our vehicles....peer out 

      our windows

 Slowly sauntering across the 

      road

  No cares do they seem to have

 While looking at us sitting in our   

         automobiles 

Their spindly legs carry them to 

     the other side of the street

    Strolling to the lake for an afternoon adventure 

 A father, mother and two little siblings 

 The Sand Crane family 

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      “MISTY and DISMAL”

        © Scottie-ann Murphy 

              (Day 5 of National Poetry Month 

                  2013)

Looking out at Lake Jackson

       a gray misty cloud hovers 

          overhead

    giving the lake an eerie 

          appearance

    Late morning....dismal as I look

           out the window

    waiting for the sun to appear to

       warm the earth

  The sand cranes keep a low profile 

         at the moment

They wait for sunny skies to walk

         the shoreline

 to entertain those who watch them

     from the VFW