Poem: Opening Day Geese | On the Pond
Hi there,
I used to be comfortable to see OOD embrace poetry for the primary time in my reminiscence. With geese within the offing, I believed you may like these.
John Sherbino, Hartington
Be aware: When he learn “Opening Day Geese,” a good friend laughed and stated “I’ve lived that!”
Opening Day Geese
The early morning mist begins to clear
and proper earlier than you — how lengthy have they been there?
A brace of mallards swimming line abreast.
You’re up and monitoring completely
they soar and climb — again lit; a traditional shot.
Your security’s on.
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Leaves and twigs are swirling within the wind.
Past the rim of timber the sunshine is chilly
and hasn’t lower the gray that hides the geese.
You knew they’d land downwind,
so that you constructed your blind with care, dressed it nicely.
Your subject of view is obvious, however they arrive in low, from behind.
All you hear are wings, they usually’re gone.
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