INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Laszlo Slomovits
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ALL IN A MORNING'S WALK The early morning I notice The brilliant red of the male cardinal And the exacting shape of the female's crest; The perched male red-winged hawk of The family alights upon my approach, Its wings nearly noiselessly in flight As he circles then lands atop another pole; The red-winged blackbirds darting across My pathway from bush to bush; And the young adult blue heron lifting out Of the reeds along the small lake's edge. I have committed to memory my seeing the White-headed eagle sitting atop the electric pole The other day, with its wings opening majestically; An occasional butterfly, one of many varieties, Fluttering between wild flowers, as well as the Beetles scuttling across sand From one small hole to another. Such interactions blending nature's spirits Within my family's history, connecting ancestors For generations after generations. Running Cub, Everglades, Florida
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