By the quiet lake side and sea shores
Where the saline and silver waters gleam,
The pelican drifts through a waking dream—
What a sculpted grace yet bold in flight
From tropics to the temperate zone
A highly nomadic and migratory species
With powerful wings, they map skies
To rise above where the horizon lies.
With a long beak, large throat pouch
A patient soul both calm and free
Bound to the wind and amazing memory
When it moves, even the heavens bend
To guide its journey without end
Between the lands of blue and green
Through changing night and burning day
The wondering bird charts its way.
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