westward flies the heron bird
westward to the sea
above the treelined rivers
away from you and me
beyond the dark horizon
beyond this storm drawn sky
he wings his way to sundown
to where each old day dies
belonging now to legend
to seldom reveries
he lives a dream upon the wing
to my earthbound memory.

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