A Poem by Peter Meiring, TTSS member
Look towards the north to Cepheus;
Seen next to Polaris in the early Spring,
Pointing there towards the east is Cygnus,
With long neck and graceful curve of wing.
Deneb lights its tail, it can only be a swan.
The ancients surely knew their natural world,
When their gaze upon this constellation shone
And Cygnus the Swan it was thenceforth called.
In April, going north to breeding grounds,
Many swans are resting on the lake;
Their honks on taking off are thrilling sounds.
Flying in skeins and lines, their way they make.
A huge and lovely bird, all gleaming white,
With long and graceful neck and jet black bill
The Trumpeter Swan an unforgotten sight
And sound, the memory to thrill.
We appreciate recieving and being able to share Peter Miering’s inspired words. If you are inspired by Trumpeters, please share your work with us. You can submit copy to our main office: The Trumpeter Swan Society, 12615 County Road 9, Plymouth, MN. 55441-1248. Or send it electronically to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The photograph, of a juvenile Trumpeter in flight is by Tammy Wolfe, author and photographer.