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Lord God Bird


I shan't forget that fateful day
In April of '05
When word emerged from Arkansas
'The Grail' was still alive!

Visage, ghost, forest phantom
Skulking through the dank and deep
Milieu of moss-laden swampland
Of that Arkansas retreat.

Grown men wept, o'ercome by joy
As cheers spread 'cross the land
The bird knew not, the bliss it brought
From that bottomland.

Regal, bold, majestic, saintly
Prehistoric silhouette
Shy, elusive, ever-wary
Thus surviving Man's neglect.

Can we save thee, so our children
Might in days still to come
Gaze upon thee, and behold thee
Perched above, against the sun?

And revel in that lordly presence
So long absent, so long gone
Now returned, as Phoenix rising
Carry on... CARRY ON!!

© 2005 Cyberthrush, ivorybills.blogspot.com

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