NATURE Poem: A Recognition of Birds, by Martha Patterson

When I opened my umbrella that day on the beach –
It was really just a parasol, protection from the sun –
A swarm of white birds escaped from beneath it,
Darting away – but maybe it was my imagination.

And so I walked three miles that day, and the sand
Was like handfuls of crushed topaz beneath my feet.
Men had come and gone, but I was never so happy
As I was then, living near the ocean and near birds.

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