wild geese flew across the sky today, overhead and faraway
I felt their silent call as if my own, drawing them to journey home,
to a land of lakes on which to land, grassy reeds and hills of sand,
I share those wild geese longings for the lake laid down to sleep,
as sun’s last rays summon stars into place, in peace the night to keep.
wild geese flew across the sky today, overhead and so faraway
that I could not keep them in my sight, were I to try with all my might –
the beauty of their flight in perfect “V”, evident for all to see,
while unseen, is the compass, that guides geese on their way,
I know it well, it guides me, too – to memories of a bay –
a bay so blue, so wild, so pure in all its untamed glory,
it lives still in memories’ mind, its tale an untold story.
wild geese flew across the sky today, overhead and faraway
taking me with them to that long ago place,
memories time cannot erase,
young girls in nightgowns on a dock, holding out breadcrumbs to a hungry flock,
shivering, shrieking with delight, at every goose who’d take a bite.
morning mist rising from the lake’s mirrored surface as sun’s first beams break through,
bread crumbs run out and geese take flight, as only geese will do,
before our very eyes they rise noisily into the air – the wonder of their nearness gone, leaving us in despair –
how I thought to follow those wild geese in their flight, to fly so far, to be so free –
that to this day my mind takes wing, each time I watch their flying “V”.
I wonder where they’re going? upon which lake they’ll land?
I wonder if they know my lake? or my bay in the wild by the sand?
I envy them their freedom, what adventure there surely will be –
as a little of my heart goes with those wild geese, each time they fly over me.
“The Lord is faithful to all His promises and loving toward all He has made. The Lord upholds all those who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down. The eyes of all look to You, and You give them their food at the proper time. You open Your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing.” (Psalm 145:13-16)
sincerely, Grace Day
Lovely
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Beautiful poetry and wonderful childhood memories. A beautiful v formation and creation from our loving God!
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Grace, that was beautiful. Did you see Sandhill Cranes? Their sound is so distinct. We would go up north to Pulaski countyto see the migration of thousands as they would land in the same farm fields for the night. But now, I see them wondering around in yards in Florida. So tall and elegant.
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Beautiful! 🙌
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