The Heron of the Hammils by David Treanor

The Heron of the Hammils

A poem about loss and redemption written 11 years ago by local tree surgeon David Treanor

Moving through the twilight
the heron hunts alone
one foot in land, one water
his kindred birds have flown.

Disturbed he loses stillness
mood misunderstood
awkwardly appearing
to fail his precious brood.

Peace is his true nature;
when grounded acts with grace
brooding almost over
he finds his rightful place.

Standing still he ponders
water, earth and air
fleeting in a moment
with ease from here to there.

Healthful yellow eyes reflected
in waters stilled with time
wisdom guides his actions
his will appears sublime.

Fluid life has his attention
searching ponds for signs
his golden treasure nearing
patience by his side

David Treanor is a consulting arborist for Paisley-based Tree Wise Urban Forestry. 

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