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.