Blackwater Refuge: God's Gift

June 09, 1995|By Donna Nesbitt

How did you know

that the slim, white, slanted neck

of the snowy egret would be perfect counterpoint

to the green, waving marsh reeds?

How did you know

the heart tug

The flying wedge of determined geese

would create, as eyes

lift skyward to the ear's command?

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