I travelled miles
to these
Northern lands
to make a nest
a place to rest
and now I run
from booming thunder
gusting snow and
flashing guns
my flock torn
asunder
scattered and strewn
I hear them call.
©2017 Ontheland
* The white flecks in the photo are snowflakes. Two days ago we had thunder and downpour at night and gusting snow next day. The bird far off in the sky is a Canada goose.
This poem is wonderful. What a cry from the heart!
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Thank you Claudia…I always wonder how geese handle winter-like storms after their return.
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Well, I can tell you from the ones that winter over here in PA (we have a lot of geese that live here year around, all over the place in parks and so on) that I have no idea. Because during a storm they seem to know how to conceal themselves, maybe in the brush or woods? and stay sheltered. They are always out the next day.
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Interesting that geese stay in winter. I heard that it was starting to happen in the city (Toronto) but I was never clear ‘why’
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This is a powerful poem for sanity from psychopaths with guns Janice. It applies here also, with our duck shooting season
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Dark! Beautiful! Fabulous! 🌹😎🌹
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Thank you 😎
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I love the stark simplicity of this poem, Janice! Truly delightful
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Thank you 🙂
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