Ignorance, the root and the stem of every evil. - Plato

The Flight of Geese

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The dawn is young, so quiet and still, I see through mist the distant Wold; A frosty morning, so clear and chill, The trees above just tipped in gold. And shafts of sun now pierce the mist, And highlight yonder cottage eaves: The distant hills with haze are kissed - I hear the rooks their rookery leave. But now I hear, above my head, Faint sounds, then sights so strange I see; Across the clear blue sky now spread, An odd formation – a swaying V. Geese in formations so wondrous and strange, Yet more appear when one has cleared; Across the sky so blue they range, Chattering and honking, a sound so weird. Together they fly to distant marsh, Through realms unknown and dangers unseen; Through cold so bitter to shores so harsh, Together they fly, no fear, I ween. What power now drives the geese so hard? What conjures such a sight bizarre? Who holds his flock in such regard? Wherever they live, whoever they are. On bench I sit, in sunshine bright, And ponder all the sights I’ve seen; In God’s provision I delight, So blest to see such life serene. 9 November 2017 This poem was written following the amazing sight of flight after flight of Canada Geese in v-formations flying north on an amazingly clear blue-sky morning. The Cornell Lab of Ornithology says: The big, black-necked Canada Goose with its signature white chinstrap mark is a familiar and widespread bird of fields and parks. Thousands of “honkers” migrate north and south each year, filling the sky with long V-formations. But as lawns have proliferated, more and more of these grassland-adapted birds are staying put in urban and suburban areas year-round, where some people regard them as pests.



© BPF
2017-11-11

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