We interrupt the French Revolution for a moment in time.
🙂
Standing in my driveway looking left at my neighbor’s house this morning.
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Behind my house, joining me for coffee.
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And looking right from my driveway as these three seek shade from the oppressive heat and humidity under my oak tree.
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Momma would dust the venetian blinds
every Saturday morning
open and close them
with a pull of the cord
watching the world blink
appear, disappear and change
reappearing the same yet slightly different.
Now cranes appear through open blinds
unafraid messengers of a sort
spying from their perch, all stilt and neck;
do they despise us or think we are ugly
thick of leg and round of head
unable to dance?
I have left the city
where people cannot love themselves
to live among the cranes
promenading quietly passed blinded windows
treating me indifferently
as I revel in the accomplishments of quiet.
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toritto 
I love your Crane poem, Frank. And I can think of a lot worse things to be surrounded by too. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed Pete. This morning I went out to pick up a few necessaries and when I returned home there were probably a dozen cranes surrounding my house. The photos o not depict the same 3 cranes. There were 4 or 5 on either side of my driveway. Unfortunately I could not get them all in the same pic as they refuse to pose for me! Took some shots, went in the house, made a cop of coffee and went out back. There were 4 more back there. Glad you like that poem. Besties from hot humid Florida.
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Frank, so glad to see that they feel safe to visit your neighborhood. Is this normal behavior?
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We have always had cranes here – I’ve lived in this house for neigh on 15 years. Behind my house, across the road and a short walk to the right is a great swamp which brings an abundance of wild life. The cranes live here near the water and no one in the neighborhood bothers them. They like my house because I have a tall live oak out front and the cranes seek the shade on really hot days. And I don’t have a dog!
I have put up pics of the swamp in the past and it can be seen here:
Besties
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They are noisy little guys. When we lived south of Tampa, we frequently saw them in our yard.
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Indeed they can make a racket Maggie!
Regards
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How fantastic.
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Your crane photos are startling for a New Englander. Who wouldn’t want to see a crane in their yard?! So beautiful. And your poem is the best of all. You left the city for peace and quiet, and the cranes were there. Best to you Frank from Massachusetts.
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Thanks Jennie. If you want to see more of where I live check the link above in my reply to Rosaliene. My eldest thinks I live in the boonies. Besties.
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Haha! One day she will want to live in the boonies. Thank you, Frank. I will check that link. Best to you from Massachusetts.
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