What I’ve Learned From A Heron

This past week, I went for a short hike to a local park and was treated to the sight of our resident heron. This persistent and resilient hunter is a frequent guest at the base of the falls. It’s patience and skill never fails to impress me. I mean, that water is freezing! Not to mention the current and slippery rocks, but that sucker will defy it all and win its dinner.

You rock, buddy!

To show my respect, I’ve crafted a short poem about what I’ve learn from this winged wonder.

Standfast against life’s undertows

its frigid currents froth with rabid circumstance

eroding some foundations

burying dreams with oozing muck

Cement your grip against the blows

ignore the quips and bites of those afraid to dance

steel away past frustrations

do not count on simple luck

Dig in and eye the prize below

penetrate the roiling surface and take a chance

the waves hide liberation

Heron you render me awestruck