The Terns and the Herons,
near the cold blue water,
know who I am.
The man by the shore
looking for something
If I don't find it today
tomorrow will find me here again
The winged hunters
take flight once more
Our purpose the same,
to find what we need
down by the water
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
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Sitting by the shore looking out at life is a wondrous feeling.
Andy
Good write Michael.
we're all fishers, gatherers, hunters, growers...
such underlying concepts, will always stay the same
its merely their guises that morph, over Time:
instead of survival, we're chasing fulfilment and satisfaction..
instead of calloused hands,
we're now sporting bruised heart's,
but, underneath it all
its all just a continuation of our human legacy, evolving, regressing
achieving, failing
all accumulating, underneath our histories
collective umbrella of experienced existence..
(sorry if I interpreted your words a little different to your initial concept,
this is just the way I connected with it,
thanks for sharing such a thought provoking write)
A thought provoking poetry
Lifts me up
In our purpose to find ourselves, the journey shall continue to run
Good one dear poet
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