In silence they sail along the water,
So smoothly and silently,
Not a sound is made
As they gracefully glide on the river.
Each day I see them in glory
Their silence bringing joy,
Bringing joy to me.
For many years they sail
And in silence every time I see them.
But at the end of their time
Their time on the water,
They make a glorious noise
As they sing their way off this world
And the swansong they sing
Shows them that all is fine,
And will be for me,
When my swansong comes,
Comes to me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I found out yesterday how swansong got its meaning, It was rumored that swans live a silent existence until the time of their death, when, with their last breath, they would sing a beautiful song. I will not be singing my swansong for a long while yet.
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Good write Gold. Me singing is a swansong to others - makes them feel like death warmed up! lol.
It wouldn't matter, says Fido to me, but you still insist you're a good singer!
Thank you Orchi, keep singing that song I told you about Far Away, adn the further away the better.
MPS is working this morning.
Thank you Gold. lol.
A very romantic rumor it is but I am glad to see the author note reassuring us that this will not be for some time yet. Well done Andy
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
My pleasure Andy
A fun, informative and heartening pin today Andy. Thanks for directing me to the swansong legend.
Thank you Dave, yes I only heared about it a couple of days ago.
Andy
Brings back memories of varying versions of Swan Lake. I always thought swans sounded a bit like geese. Of course I rarely see any of the former and vividly recall being chased by one nesting black swan. ððïļðĶĒ
Thank you Rik.
Andy
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