Pioneer Sky
04 September 2020
Just when I think that life
has become meaningless
I look up at the Pioneer Sky:
celestial blue for hope,
white clouds for purity.
Sky and clouds float side
by side in the beaver pond.
When the walking trail
became so popular,
they abandoned their lodge.
They moved to another pond,
lower down than this one,
and there, where fresh milkweed
grows, they built another dam
and a brand-new lodge.
The great blue heron still
stands on guard, patrolling
his usual watery haunts.
When my beloved draws near
he cracks his wings open.
He searches for solitude
in untroubled waters,
weaving his wary way
between white and blue skies
mirrored in the pond below.
rogermoorepoet 
Wonderful poem, thank you for posting it.
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Thank you for your comment and your encouragement. I have been a couple of weeks without posting. Mind engaged elsewhere, as happens. Your kind words my help me turn the corner and start posting again. Thank you.
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I just posted Candle Light — thank you for the nudge!
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How resourceful beavers can be and are.
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Hello, Robert: so pleased to see you here. And on a sunny Saturday too. ‘As busy as a beaver’ … wonderful engineers.
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