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Loons are very elegant birds, and quite whimsically unique as well. They sing songs of laughter during the warm seasons, yet remain silent through the winter months.
Their melodious song, when they choose to sing, has a hauntingly mysterious echoing sound that clearly distinguishes them from other birds. They truly seem to be laughing aloud. Seeing them in the wild is an experience everyone should enjoy from time to time
The Laughter Of The Loon
by Nancy Ness
The secrets of remote lagoon
From morning's blush of dawn,
Till rise of eve's nocturnal moon
Sung by her eerie song.
Such wonderment from wint'ry surd,
Soliloquy's mere tune.
Grand jubilance in summer's heard -
Uncommon sounds the loon.
Bespeckled pinions, grace in flight,
Resplendent is her plume.
Bemusing splash to see her light
Cavort about the flume.
Her serenade's a proud regale,
A songbird so unique.
How wondrous her falsetto wail
Reechoing mystique.
I'll not divulge the secret song
Of this remote lagoon.
I'd rather hearken years along
The laughter of the loon.
Their melodious song, when they choose to sing, has a hauntingly mysterious echoing sound that clearly distinguishes them from other birds. They truly seem to be laughing aloud. Seeing them in the wild is an experience everyone should enjoy from time to time
The Laughter Of The Loon
by Nancy Ness
The secrets of remote lagoon
From morning's blush of dawn,
Till rise of eve's nocturnal moon
Sung by her eerie song.
Such wonderment from wint'ry surd,
Soliloquy's mere tune.
Grand jubilance in summer's heard -
Uncommon sounds the loon.
Bespeckled pinions, grace in flight,
Resplendent is her plume.
Bemusing splash to see her light
Cavort about the flume.
Her serenade's a proud regale,
A songbird so unique.
How wondrous her falsetto wail
Reechoing mystique.
I'll not divulge the secret song
Of this remote lagoon.
I'd rather hearken years along
The laughter of the loon.
Beauty, unlike Love or Friendship or even Life, brings its own sweet reward. You don't have to bring Beauty into existence. You don't have to work at it. All that is required is that you appreciate it, as the poems you are about to read surely do.
These poems are about Beauty, but more than that they are about the appreciation of it. In nature. In people. In the situations that make up our daily lives.
Poetry is Truth. And perhaps the greatest Truth any of us can discover is that Beauty exists in our lives, only waiting to be found and recognized. And appreciated.
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