Clouds
Columns of Cumulus clouds
Stacked one upon the other
Toward heaven
Reach far into a Carolina blue sky
A grand buzzard
Black as Satin’s heart
Circles below
Searching for his dinner
In his younger years, Tom Davis served as a Special Force Combat Diver. It seems to him that he spent more time on, in, and under the water than as a landlubber. This and other adventures he has written about in his memoir, The Most Fun I Ever Had With My Clothes On: A March From Private to Colonel. http://www.oldmp.com/davismemoirs
great observations
ReplyDeleteI especially enjoyed the beginning of your poem, the clouds seemed so beautiful as if I was there. I really enjoyed reading this delightful poem here this evening. What a grandiose piece, great work,
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Even though I have never known a buzzard to eat the living, I still get nervous when they circle over head, which happens often, as I live near a roost.
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