CANADA GEESE
One
Autumn morning we awake and hear a
distant sound
Of honking
in the air which suddenly gets loud ,
Then through
the dampness and the white
There soon appears a magic sight
A vee shaped flock of honking geese,announcing
they are here
To spend the
winter months with us till Spring should reappear.
The
triumphant noise of strident call and flapping wings
An anthem to
their journey ‘s end and the respite that it brings
From the
dangers of that journey over dark and treacherous seas
A chance to
rest on waters calm and aching wings to
ease.
To fill
their beaks with luscious weed and take a well earned rest.
And when I
see them back again I feel truly blessed
And know
each morn and night they will pass my way again
Till at last
winter’s grip will slowly begin to wane
And then a
final farewell flypast will see them on their way .
Till once
again the time will come when they return to stay
And spend next winter safe upon our more clement shore
And we will be glad to see them
here once more.
Pam Davis copyright 2016
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