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Del Wynn

The Hawk Over Ram Pasture

I'd like to submit this poem to your Senior site. I am a 54 year oldcarpenter living and working on the island of Nantucket. The followingpoem was inspired while working on a roof walk on a house in the middleof a bird sanctuary here on Nantucket. I hope you find enjoyment withit.

Spiraling lazy circles on a gusty southwest breeze,
I sit and watch a Red Tail Hawk demonstrate with ease
the art of graceful flying,
of soaring wild and free;
and wish, somehow by magic,
that Red Tail Hawk was me.
I'd make peace with all my feathered foes,
and end to Bird of Prey.
I'd send a message on the wind this Hawk's the Bird of Play
who spends his morning playing tag
with the early rising doves;
the afternoon I'd join the Swans as they trumpet high above
all the Earth bound chaos that fills a hunan's day;
but me, I'd fly above it all
where the Goldfinch lead the way.
When evening falls, though tired of wing
from the soaring that I've done,
I'd set my course to far off shore for the setting of the sun.
I'd watch in silent wonderment
as it slips into the sea;
that's how I spend this pertfect day,
if that Red Tail Hawk was me.