migration tale (brent geese)

by Mr. Darcy   Jan 11, 2019


seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides
the bitter wind enfolds 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

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- Mr. Darcy
© 2019

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  • 5 years 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 years 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 years 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.

    Regards

    Craig

  • 5 years ago

    by Star

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

  • 5 years 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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