Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Poem: The Crane

The Crane

A Crane is not a stork
nor a machine that lifts like a pitchfork
(though it can be you see).
Its claim to fame is not carring babies
or passsing on rabies, but, like a stork
it’s white with a long beak and webbed feet.
It can Whoop, circle and loop.
Both birds are graceful,
but I think not playful.
It‘s not the Crane meaning
stretch out your neck to see,
but, if you strain you can aim to be,
creating an Origami.

©Maxine Landis

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem, Maxine, as they all are. I am so honored to be your friend. oxoxoxox