A heron sits

upon a telephone pole

calling, calling.

Searching for a friend,

family, a home.

He cries a heron call

and then lifts off.

      I saw this great blue heron on my morning walk in Tucson, AZ--a long way from any body of water.  He was quiet noisy calling out.  Watching this bird made me realize how important family is to me too.

     For today's poem, can you write about family?  Have fun!