Siberian Crane

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    Siberian Crane

    On the early and foggy sunrise

    When the sleep is still ruling the world

    You have noticed Siberian Crane

    Very rare and mysterious bird

     

    And your heart get connected to Earth

    And sunrise get especially bright

    In the sky over misty flood plain

    You start feeling yourself in the flight

     

    And as long as it going to stay

    Will be blessing for every nation

    The appearance and call of the Cranes

    And the People Who Feel Admiration.

     

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    Olan01 commented on Siberian Crane

    10-21-2010

    A beautiful nature poem and we are there with you visualize and write your words. Love, peace and freedom, Olan.
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    WordSlinger commented on Siberian Crane

    04-05-2010

    Nice, I would love to see one, thanks for the visions, ty WS
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    RHPeat commented on Siberian Crane

    02-15-2010

    Nice intent in this poem. A bit weak in presentation however. Using capitals to emphasis is too simple for the beautiful images within this poem. It disempowers the language that you have. Let the reader find their epiphany and don't try to tell them where it is at. A poet friend// RH peat
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    dancinghawk commented on Siberian Crane

    02-09-2010

    beautiful write! this is going into my faves! there is a pair of blue herons in the canyon where i live ... and i experience this just as you say ... when i see them fly, the morning is a little brighter ... also lovely expression of the metaphor, all the blessings the beautiful crane bestows upon the world ... ty for this! -dh
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    SavVySam commented on Siberian Crane

    02-09-2010

    The imagery you use here is gentle, like the rising mists, and bird in flight...may there always be such creatures to look upon! Important message!
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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