The first in over sixty years The whooping cranes are living wild Now one young pair has laid an egg And, too, with luck, will raise their child
They near Kissimmee were released Beating the odds, survived to breed A ray of hope they might increase And ***** the armor of human greed
But cranes need water as do we As still we pump the wetlands dry Our chains of lakes sprout fat resorts The river of grass condemned to die
Yet dare we dream we might reverse This harsh inflicted damage done Still apathy is our nation's curse Which battles none has ever won
Today I cheer the whooping cranes Who still have hope that they might see Upon some far and distant day Their offspring's offspring flying free
Originally written on 13Apr99, following an article I read about the first breeding pairs of whooping cranes released in Kissimmee, Florida, near Orlando, of which one pair was successfully (at the time of the article) raising a clutch of hatchlings.
We saw occasional endangered sandhill cranes, where I lived in Pinellas County, where the entire county is a designated bird sanctuary, along with literally dozens of other rare and threatened bird species from wood storks and roseate spoonbills to bald eagles and ospreys.