THE PELICANS

If I ever could come back,
Surely, I’d come back intact,
A pelican on the sea.

Floating on the air, I’ll fly,
Way above the earth, so high,
Happy to feel free.

The ocean as my breakfast nook,
I’ll eat raw fish, no need to cook,
The sea, my grocery store.

Each day a vacation at the beach,
Heaven will be within my reach.
How could I ask for more?

The other birds will be my friends,
No need to argue or make amends,
Knowing how to share.

Late in the day, the sun will set,
One last dive into water, so wet,
Then dry off in the air.

As the darkness comes o’er me,
The night, as peaceful as can be,
I will sleep until dawn.

After my evening rest is taken,
In the morning light, I’ll awaken
When darkness is gone.

It is the freedom I desire,
Which compels me to admire
The pelicans as they fly.

Such a life is truly blessed.
To be a pelican is the best.
If given a chance, I’ll try.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal May 30, 2018)

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