The Great Journey
Black and orange and white
the small wings flutter high above the earth
Monarchs headed to the highlands of Mexico
Onward they travel
generation after generation
fall after fall
A three thousand mile migration
seeking fir forests
sanctuary from winter
Far to the South
trekking over roads and rivers,
carrying babies, pushing wheelchairs
young and old, women and men
On the road to a better life
headed North two thousand miles
also seeking sanctuary
Onward they travel
through sickness and despair
to the highlands of Mexico
I imagine a butterfly landing on the shoulder of a resting child
paths crossing for one moment
and then the respective caravans continue on
(written in autumn 2018)
Natural Musings 
Very nice!! And a beautiful photo.
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Thank you!
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I loved all of this: the photo, the words, and especially the way you juxtaposed the human migration to the butterflies, showing a brotherhood between them. Just beautiful.
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Thank you for your thoughtful words!
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Loved your poem and the beautiful photograph. It must have been a quite thrill for you when we saw more than 100 cedar waxwings during our last bird walk! Thanks for your blog.
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Thank you Carol! I wish more people could see them up close and beautiful!
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I love this poem of yours Betty – even more so with each reading.
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Thank you V. J.
Enjoyed meeting you and chatting yesterday.
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