Thursday, 2 June 2011

Nesting by Robert Demaree

On our pond at Golden Pines
We check each day the shaded grove
Where the swans are nesting.
Shouldn’t be long, we say.
The male shares the duty,
Giving them a leg up
On other species we could name;
But then he wanders off.
Any day now, we remark.
But at the water’s edge:
Some eggs are smashed,
New ones in their place.
Still the mother patiently sits,
Reminding us of things
We wish we did not know.



Robert Demaree, NH, USA

4 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Robert Demaree is the author of three collections of poems, including Fathers and Teachers, published April 2007 by Beech River Books. His second book-length collection, Mile Markers, will be published later in 2009. The winner of the 2007 Conway, N.H., Library Poetry Award, he is a retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire. He has had over 375 poems published or accepted by 100 periodicals. For further information see http://www.demareepoetry.blogspot.com

C.M. Doran said...

Completely heartbreaking..."Reminding us of things We wish we did not know" Well said, thank you.

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