GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 135

THREE CRANES Three cranes were flying in grace in a clear blue spring sky, Earth had just turned around and the winds so right, it was time to fly, Water bodies looked like mirrors that sipped the alluring blue, Where they were headed these cranes just had no clue. The one in the middle was a tad distance ahead, A hermit in countenance that wanted to taste life and homestead, 135