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Swan (The Oxbow)

acrylic on canvas

 

and a quick verse to go with it...

Oh, the shiny beautiful things
the trumpeter swans, golden rings
now seem so empty and hollow
to my alter ego, the snowy owl

Oh, the great wide eternal river
flowing sound and diamond quiver
one day dry later to overflow
somehow with the depth to know

The twist and turn of an oxbow
held within our inner soul
there to temper the highs and lows
as we all slowly row to the sea