SURVIVAL OF WOOD STORK AND FISH
Did one ere see, such legs long and thin
Knees a bit knobby, but oh, so trim?
It steps about with amazing grace,
Aura? Modern “pouty,” no smile on its face.
Give attention to its angular beak,
Also note the strong webbed feet.
Did you see the focused glare,
As it took flight into the air?
Suddenly dipped with a graceful splash
Caused the school of fish to quickly dash
Most of them escaped by inherent instinct
Nature’s delicate balance, neither is extinct.
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😀 I’ve spent too much time with environmental issues this week! So I’m poking a bit of fun at those who worry about nature’s inability to take care for His own, weather, birds, animals, or even people!
For some beautiful writing – text, poem, and picture – go here. If you don’t know Linda, it’s time to remedy that. She will add something positive and thoroughly researched to your life on Thursdays as the weeks roll on. Check her out; she is amazing.
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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I’d say you did Mr. Stork proud, Oneta! I had to laugh — when I first saw the title of your post, I thought, “Well, no,: how odd is that? Oneta and I both posted about wood storks at the same time.” Now I understand, and I really am tickled that my storks brought this post into being.
I laughed at “pouty,” too. I’ve got a post for Lagniappe simmering, and it involves my own poutiness over a certain flower’s refusal to bloom. No one talks about pouting any more, but there’s a whole lot of it going on!
Oh, Linda, I’m so glad you enjoyed my little light-heartedness. I wasn’t real sure whether I might be breaking some “blogger’s code of ethics.” It started innocently enough when I thought about placing a link to your place simply because I wanted others to enjoy your posts. Then somehow I hopped to thinking about my poetry being so hokey compared to that beautiful poem you had. Then I went in to nap and trim/thin/slim/nose/toes/grace/face/air/glare wouldn’t turn off!!! So I said to myself, “Self, get with it; Linda won’t care.” Who knows? Maybe there are others who would like us both!