Pelican poem

In my next life I dream to be
A pelican at play
And join my cousins, beak to tail
To glide along the bay

I’d swerve and swoop and glide and dip
Into the trough, then lift
My pouch now filled with morsels fine
The ocean’s generous gift

At rest on land I lose my grace
Perching on a post
As passing boys lick ice cream cones
I look down as if engrossed

When I fly point and set our course
Our contour I can’t see
But then I swap and sway behind
My mates and destiny

Note: Son Patrick provided the first draft with nearly all the images.


I dreamed she curtsied once and smiled
Then took me by the hand
And led me through her meadow green
Midst bees and blossoms grand

See yonder, ‘neath the canopy
Where hawks and owls do reign
Where doe and fox and lizards roam
In happy dearth of man

That’s where we’ll take our lunch today
That’s where we’ll sing our song
Until the evening shades bespeak
It’s time we must go home

I’ll whisper words, you hum the tune
Together we’ll create
A blend of thought and harmony
That will our friends elate