by Robert M. Chute
The man by the pond who seemed to be
saluting the opposite shore was merely
shading his eyes against the glare
but it seemed the bare November trees
stood at attention with him, inspecting
the afternoon sun as it passed
in review. Seven ducks in precision
formation flew over to honor
the nameless dead. There are always
the nameless dead where ever you are.
Where ever you choose to stand can be
your reviewing stand. On the far shore,
wave tops detached, ducks beating low
splash in, a sudden patch of whitecaps.
Robert M. Chute (USAir Force, WW II) has a book from JustWrite Books, Reading Nature, of poetry based on scientific articles, that is available from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.