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Bigger than twigs,
more like a bunch
of small branches,
she holds firmly in her bill;
the others dangle below her breast.
The weight of nesting material
makes her work her wings hard.
It's the middle of winter
in Southern California
but the brown pelican
climbing out of the river bed
is getting a jump on spring.
© by Erle Kelly.
Used with the author's permission.
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Erle Kelly lives in Long Beach, California. A graduate of the state university there, he entered the Navy Air Force after college and became a navigator. After his years in naval service, Erle enjoyed a career in sales and marketing management. After retiring, he tutored at a local elementary school for many years. Today, Erle is active in a poetry writing class and his work has appeared in various online publications. He greatly enjoys his community vegetable garden and cycling, but his greatest joy is when he and his wife spend time with their friends, their four grandchildren, and their three great-grandchildren.
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suebee9@charter.net:
Wow, I never thought about what they's look like building a nest. Thanks for a wonderful poem!
Posted 01/29/2016 06:25 PM
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barbsteff:
Great, a poem of observed hope for spring! You go, pelican!
Posted 01/29/2016 11:33 AM
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jeeger:
I've never seen it in real life, but with these words, I just got a sneak peek at what it looks like! Nice!
Posted 01/29/2016 07:09 AM
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rhonasheridan:
Would love to see a pelican getting a jump on spring!
Posted 01/29/2016 04:40 AM
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