Airy march

 Bone flute ( Guardian)

Airy march

Yesterday the same swans on the

Foamy river, white feathered, brooding

In water, consoling us – the visitors by the

River in search of messages for their

Wounded hearts.  Divine as white and

Calm, yet emitting signals of serenity often;

Elders with pots, children with socks and

Youth vibrant with expectations of future’s

Living and lure thronging here, harken

The acoustics from afar, could be some

Commerce and trade delving into their

Riverside apparels. Today the clan

Swimming with a whooper cry on the

Blue; the bone flying and singing in mid air

Journeying to unknown destinations now.

On the banks we all sit and watch  the

Airy march sing their glory.