On Silent Wings

• Karla Murphy, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

Wandering this arid earth
With Many a places to go
Trudging through this lonely place
Through freshly fallen snow

On silent wings I travel
Camera in hand
This melting Pearl white snow
Beneath from which I stand

I aim, I zoom, I focus
On an animal out of sight
Clear as day I see it
This hobby is my delight

On silent wings i wander
Just like a nomad
Yes I'm a photographer
It's the best job I've had