A wayward swan flew off course,
and happened to rest in my view.
She drifted there among the lilies,
white against green, water blue.
She was so beautiful in the morning sun,
I thought of my love so far away,
I thought about how lonely this swan must be,
Two days went by as I thought of my love,
That symbol of peace and calm resolve,
On the third day, to my pleasant surprise,
That evening at the airport I awaited your return,
A low-resolution video of the swans, turtles, wedding pictures and
Few sights compare with the view of a pair of swans... 5/18/17