Two swans glided up Town Lake,
Wide was their vision; deep was their wake.
The morning sun rendered them brilliant white,
Deep sky blue water in contrasting light.
So peaceful their journey upstream this way,
Above them the rush hour interstate highway.
With the rush of migration left behind,
The peace of the waters is somehow blind.
To the hustle and bustle all around
A city in a hurry, trying to be found.
If lovers could take a moment to glide upstream,
Their lives would be peaceful like in their dream.
So if you're ever by the shore of Town Lake,
Take a moment for the swans and the depth of their wake.
Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull
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