by Adrian Calhoun
A lonely valley surrounds me,
as the silent breeze from a hilltop
carries down a hawks cry.
He seeks shelter from the storm,
while I rage against it.
The water keeps rising,
and the creek swells.
As I stand waist deep
attempting to bridge the torrent,
the hawk glides away.
Heading for bluer skies,
he's smarter than I.
I'm the only creature dumb enough
to be working in this weather.
Wish I could fly,
someplace dry and warm.
Posted on 01/12/2006
Copyright © 2023 Adrian Calhoun
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/12/06 at 08:45 PM|
B-r-r-r-r Cal. Makes me feel cold reading it.
Winter can be a bear. Thanks for posting it....Charlie
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/13/06 at 01:31 AM|
Made me chuckle! There is an spiritual analogy here as well I think. We can let our spirits be bogged down in the trials, troubles, problems of the day and miss the heights of communion with God. May our spirits soar like that hawk whether in good weather or bad!
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/13/06 at 04:13 AM|
Great read and write. Enjoyed this. Thanks.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/20/06 at 03:23 PM|
Thought provoking juxtaposition of bird and man. I can sure relate to that last stanza especially.