Necks outstretched,
pink feet tucked beneath their tails,
more wild geese cross the coast.
Weary arctic wings straining
to clear the hushed moor.
Two long, wavering skeins -
broadhead arrows in the sky.
The matriarch at the point falls back.
Bleating cries: ‘I’m here! I’m here!’
‘Are you there?’ – ‘I’m here! I’m here!’
They clutch my heart again,
as they do each October.
I’m stirred by something old,
the time of migration.
What is it that I need to do?
Harry Nicholson
Harry, it’s lovely to read your poetry again – it’s been too long since those heady days on First Class when you treated us to a poem every day – either yours or from some other wonderful poets. I shall never forget your Lessons from the Geese – it is on the wall by my desk!
Ah yes, good days they were. I’m off to Scotland tomorrow; perhaps I’ll meet the muse on Carter Bar. She will – she will! form her loose, Rachel shape from the drifting walls of mist.
What is it that you need to do? Keep sharing your love of all things natural with us. How lovely this is. We have geese … I mean in my area. I went to a camp called Kehonka, a camp my mother and sister also attended in New Hampshire on the left side of the Atlantic. I was told as a child that it a Goose.
Harry, I wanted you to know that I am extremely grateful for the comment that you left upon one of my “war poems:” what you said was extremely important and helpful to me. ThNK YOU.
‘Keep sharing’ . . . yes, thank you, Raven; that is wise counsel. By sharing, the heart goes out and empathy grows – it can only be good.
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Thanks a ton for the beautiful entry and instant participation.
Since I do not have geese near me in TX – I am always mesmerized when I see them in the Northeast when I travel ~~ Thank you for sharing!
Wonderful and visual writing. Nicely done, Harry!
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beautiful you captured the feeling when you see the huge geese flying so majestically …thank you x
Harry, your poetry is so personable. I believe i know you as an old friend. This poem, Geese, gives me much needed hope. Thanks.
this is so enjoyable,
you are born a poet, smiles.
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Thank you, Ina; that is a garland of flowers.
your words captured geese in stunning senses, sharp and beautiful.
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Lovely poem
Its early morning here in Florida and I can hear our geese crying out back and then I was reading this and it was like poetry in action. Great job!
lovely, harry, more please! hugs, pat