Category Archives: Hawk

Winter Stream

Winter Stream

The wintry wind has brought the snow; the trees are bare and lost their glow;
absent is the 
hearkening starling’s song.
The summer’s warmth is high and thin, the summer geese have left, again
  the bright and cheery grasp of summer, gone.

I walk along the bubbling stream covered in snow like shaving cream;
  the bottom rocks now blackened to my eye.
the sound of swishing in the trees is like a murmur in the breeze
  sparrows noisily fighting,  passing by.

Along this stream in summer time, I like to sit with rested mind
  up against a cottonwood and gaze
far beyond the water’s edge, up the hill and past the hedge
  at fields of corn and ripened wheat, ablaze

in the soaking rays of the summer sun; those lazy days stacked full of fun
  that make the imagination come alive
like when I saw a fairy, who,  blended with the water’s hue
  and danced in tune with a beautiful dragonfly.

I stop and reach down for a rock and throw and skip it toward a block
  of logs out in the middle of the stream
jammed up high like a superdome built by beavers for a home
  as we all await another summer dream.

(third stanza reference to my poem, ‘Cottonwood Stream’  January, 2012)
(fourth stanza reference to my poem, ‘Fairy Jolie’  January, 2012)

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

Leave a comment

Filed under dragonfly, dream, fairy, geese, Hawk, snow, winter

Flight of Freedom

Flight of Freedom

North, south, east or west
which way they’ll go, we know not best.
The butterfly course is often loose
its hectic path we can’t deduce.

The hawk, it goes from tree to tree
and often times he’s hard to see
like where he lights or when he goes
or what he does or what he knows

That makes it hard to track his flight;
to keep him in your line of sight
because he hides against the sun
and climbs the thermals, one by one.

Until he’s all but out of view,
way up high against the blue
where he can see for miles around
the smallest thing that’s on the ground.

We’re surely jealous of his flights
his climbing prowess to awesome heights
his need of freedom, his view on high
of where he lives….up in the sky.

There is good reason to be like him
To live our lives…. at the brim
To protect all freedom from tyranny’s hold
and tell its story….’til all behold.

© 2012 t. j. gargano

Leave a comment

Filed under freedom, Hawk

New Hawk

Hope you all have a safe, happy weekend.  Today I present my latest original hawk….his name is ‘Coor.’

(gargano's original Prairie Hawk)

This hawk is 17″ long with a wingspan of 35″ made from 83 aluminum cans.  I’m not a big beer drinker but I have a great source for obtaining all kinds of cans…beer and soda varieties.  Cute isn’t he?   haha

2 Comments

Filed under Hawk