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Pheasant
It was late in the morning
on July 7th
along I-90 West
in Aurora County,
South Dakota,
that I saw
my first
Ring-necked Pheasant.
I’d seen them in paintings before
and on plates
and in fall scenes in books,
looking picturesque,
but in the first week of July,
there one was
in real life.
Beside the interstate,
there was the state bird of
South Dakota:
covered in different patterns
as though its splendor
came from a thrift shop,
likely destined to be
It was late in the morning
on July 7th
along I-90 West
in Aurora County,
South Dakota,
that I saw
my first
Ring-necked Pheasant.
I’d seen them in paintings before
and on plates
and in fall scenes in books,
looking picturesque,
but in the first week of July,
there one was
in real life.
Beside the interstate,
there was the state bird of
South Dakota:
covered in different patterns
as though its splendor
came from a thrift shop,
likely destined to be
shot
and eaten
this fall,
possibly squawking,
but I couldn’t say,
because we kept on driving,
kept on driving
away from
my first
ordinary,
spectacular,
glorious
Ring-necked Pheasant.
possibly squawking,
but I couldn’t say,
because we kept on driving,
kept on driving
away from
my first
ordinary,
spectacular,
glorious
Ring-necked Pheasant.
©Ruth Bowen Hersey
4 comments:
Glorious indeed. Love all the descriptive language you used. I'd love to see one of these someday.
What beautifully composed descriptive language!
"...ordinary, spectacular, glorious..." poem. Thanks for letting us ride along for this discovery!
as though its splendor
came from a thrift shop
What an interesting thought, Ruth!
Thanks for another descriptive poem.
Happy Birding!
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