The American Pipet | Park County Poems

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]High above the timberline
where the wind whips and the snow blows.
Lives the American Pipit,
how he does it, no one really knows!

Small as a robin
brown spots on his chest.
Feeding amongst the talus and trees,
moving so quickly, they seem obsessed!

Along tarn shorelines their thin beaks pick
hunting with huge hunger completely unleashed.
With agility they dart like a dance,
over rocks and moss, to the next feast!

You fly above mountains
where few others dare go.
Your small brown wings tipping,
guiding you, to a destination below!

You fly to the alpine and nest each spring
to make a home in bushes and bluff.
I am inspired by your persistence,
living where life, is both tricky and tough!

You’re a great companion
as I hike long and hard.
I wish I could meet you,
each day, in my own backyard![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”6549″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center” title=”The American Pipet by Mark Holtz | Park County Poems”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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