Sunday, January 20, 2008

Crafty Green Poet: Domesticated

On October 16, 2007, the geese began to fly south. It was, for me, a sad moment
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Crafty Green Poet: Domesticated:

Imprinted at birth by a human,
you never learnt to be what you are.
Flightless and petted, you enjoy comforts
of home and hearth,
insulated from the harsh
rules of nature that made you.

Winter air fills with honking
geese in joyful formation
high in unthinkable sky.
You look up, an ache in your bird’s brain
before waddling indoors
to be hand fed choice grain.

Later you puzzle over dreams
of endless blue and the steady beat of wings.


  1. thanks for the link and the mention! You chose a nice photo to go with my poem!

  2. You are welcome, Poet. Your poem has stayed with me and from what I learned about geese, it is important to me. Thank you for writing it.

  3. That reminded me of one of my favorite movies when I was younger "Fly Away Home".

  4. Thank you for that comment, silverneurotic, because the book I just read and reviewed, The Geese of Beaver Bog, told about that goose migration in the appendix of the book. It was so fascinating. That migration with the glider directly led to saving whopping cranes. The poem perfectly describes what the book describes.


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