I had an unexpected day off in the middle of the week, so I decided to venture out for the day into the country.
I drove further than I had before, all the way to the Currituck Sound.
I also drove to Mackay Island.
On this day, it was open, but no other cars were there.
I went hiking and soon heard what sounded like a lot of birds.
I walked over and underneath a covered area on the water, many swallows were diving up and down, and then landing again under the roof.
They did not mind my watching; it was almost as if they were playing.
They were just, beautiful.
I only recently discovered that "Currituck" is an Algonquin Indian term meaning, "The Land of the Wild Goose."
With freedom to enjoy the day.
I search for something far away.
I slip away without a plan
And find a piece of me again.
A quiet road into the trees,
With flecks of sunlight inbetween,
I find a place not yet explored,
And find a quiet curving shore.
A marshy vibrant water scene
As if out of an artist’s dream.
With cattails bending in the wind
A red-wing starts to sing again.
A dozen different ducks fly by,
And birds soar high up in the sky.
The sunshine sparkles on the grass,
And looks like tiny shards of glass.
Underneath a covered berth,
Swallows lift then dip towards earth.
Purple, orange, black and blue;
An honor just to have the view.
And as I leave, an osprey flies.
I stand beneath the changing skies.
I spend a moment just to see,
And hear him call; he calls to me.
Debbie Collett is a Kempsville resident.
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Sunset on the Currituck Sound, at the spot where the osprey was flying,
but it was not in the nest. (Photo by Debbie Collett.)