Ostrich And Young

The ostrich led the way ahead, The young walked in its trail, Not one of these felt fear or dread Though fluffy, fair and frail... They merely saw the world anew, No dangers yet to know And so they did what young ones do And went where led to go... Such tiny creatures harmed not one, In fact, they knew not how, They gently strode beneath the sun That beats upon each brow... The ostrich led a well-known path, Aware of all around, To yonder stream to have a bath, A place thought Heaven-bound... And so that little family Were bonding day by day, In this world of uncertainty, In which faith leads the way... In time, the little ones grew tall, To match a man in size, To run as if they knew it all, So fancy free and wise... Denis Martindale, copyright October 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.