The Sound of Sandhills

The Sound of Sandhills

The morning started
With sunlit fields
A cold gentle breeze tickled
The remaining oak leaves
By midmorning
Dark gray clouds
Appeared on the horizon
By midafternoon
The first snowflakes
Descended upon the cedars
From a distance
Came the sound of Sandhills
As they came into focus
They circled upward
Over the Cumberland
Then disappeared
It was then I realized
Winter had truly arrived
Let not your spirits be down
Its not hard to comply
When its time to fish the “fly”

Roy (Bud Bonefish) Nave
2015

My favorite sound that a sandhill crane makes it that gentle sizzle you hear when you lay it on a smoking hot grill...."ribeye in the sky" .:cool :cool:

Beautiful poem Roy, thanks

Very nice, it is appreciated.

Thanks Roy (aka, Dix River Poet)! Always enjoy your insight and interperation of nature.

I appreciate your replies. My wife and I have moved to Eli, Ky which is only 3 miles from Lake Cumberland. I will miss my years near the Dix River palisades and the Ky River. I spent 15 years fishing the Dix below the dam and parts of the Ky. My writings of those years on the water mean a lot to me and hope to you as well. I am sure for the ones who have fished that area know as well the beauty and solitude that place radiates. Now, I will concentrate on Cumberland and Dale. I have always wanted to be near Cumberland and Dale to enjoy their beauty and fishery. God has blessed us beyond all our dreams.