At our Easter activities Sunday my Mom, who will be 80 in August, discussed her aches and pains associated with getting old. I thought of her just now as I found this poem by a lady whose first name is also Jean and has an interesting background click here for more info.
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| Photo taken by Melissa Dowland |
Of Some Renown
by Jean L. Connor
For some time now, I have
lived anonymously. No one
appears to think it odd.
They think the old are,
well, what they seem. Yet
see that great egret
at the marsh’s edge, solitary,
still? Mere pretense
that stillness. His silence is
a lie. In his own pond he is
of some renown, a stalker,
a catcher of fish. Watch him.