Isn’t it funny how little things can lead to big ones? Several years ago I was on a Yahoo bird list. Not sure how I ended up there unless Bill Ringer suggested it as a way to get info on the birds I was feeding. In any case I sent in a little poem I’d written and they printed it. It’s still online for I see it now and then. This little poem sparked a friendship that has continued until the present. Alyce Elliott, in upper New York, read the poem and responded to it. From then on we emailed one another two or three times a week – sometimes two or three times a day! And all from one little three stanza poem.
A chance meeting, an introduction by a friend, a class taken together, maybe a new face at Church; and suddenly you have a connection. Acquaintance grows into friendship and the world changes around you. Look for the connections. Think about your friendships and follow them back to the beginning. It’s fun to remember!
Oh, the poem. Here it is.
WILD WATCHERS
by Donna Swanson c.2009
Out on the prairie where the wheat blows free
lives a red-tailed hawk
and his daring family.
They hunt for their supper
and they wait in the trees,
out on the prairie where the wheat blows free.
Down in the valley where the wild river runs,
lives a great horned owl
and her wide-eyed sons.
They hunt all day in the rabbity runs,
down in the valley where the wild river runs.
Here in my yard where the violets grow,
lives a tiny brown wren
who loves her babies so.
She watches for the hawk
and she watches for the owl,
here in my yard where the violets grow.
