migration tale (brent geese)

by - Mr. Darcy   Jan 11, 2019

seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides
the bitter winds enfold them all
reminding them they shouldn't stall

a thunder crack, a flash of white
electric bolts zig-zag the night
fly on, fly on, those wings do beat
too far they've flown to now retreat

a cobra sea spits then it bites
trying to break formation flight
but like an archer's steady arm
their arrowed flight keeps them from harm

until there, on the ground below
a vision that the geese all know
Siberia, their fatherland
their kind will find an ever clan


- Mr. Darcy
© 2019


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  • 5 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Absolutely made up you're back again as I said in the pm your presence here is missed and not just by me Sir.D... Anyway this poem is fantastic and I'm glad to see it nominated
    Take care x

  • 5 months ago

    by Hellon

    It always amazes me when birds migrate, I mean, how do they know it's time to move on? I have little robins visit me every year and then one day them just disappear and although it tells me summer is close by I really miss these little guys. Lovely piece Michael :)

  • 5 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Hey up dude

    I've not been on much of late and I just found this.

    It is simply fantastic and filled me with happy thoughts. Loved the flawless rhyme too.



  • 5 months ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    Migrating birds always fascinate me. Readibg this beautifullly written poem brings joy!!

  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A superb piece, great rhyming and excellent visuals. Definitely one for my favourites. All my best wishes Milly x

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