The Heron’s Call

To hark the herons call
across the foggy bay
and welcome into being
another gorgeous day

such is all a man can ask
this simple life to be
the river flowing past us
this mighty bird and me

sitting ‘pon the waters edge
we watch the rising sun
the stars have long since faded
the new day’s just begun

he spreads his wings and steps up
with ease takes to the sky
I wish that I could join him
and see things from his eye

to ply across the clear blue sky
would that i could be
soaring though the clouds above
that mighty bird and me