The whole point of this, james, is when you wake up in the middle of the night and don't have anything to do, write a silly goose story Thank you for your responses, everyone And yes, James I also was a silly goose Liz
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 02-28-2000).]
Greener grasses, heck, I'm stuck in a sticker bush...I'd settle for some nice comfortable weeds right about now...LOL Seriously - this is a wonderful little tale and the message is heard loud and clear on this end. Good poem.
This one touched my heart too much The tale of the lonely goose of such farfetched dreams of furthest stretch straying away towards the west in haste and leaving behind his boyhood bunch
What went on in the brain of a bird to make him doubt his mother’s word and think he was of a different breed and to fill his heart with lustful greed for the spoils of a land of a different herd ?
But he did choose To the west to cruise
The goose turned loose the wings of a king to lift him aloft in a swift rising
He hoped his flight would find its way by the star of night and the bright of day
But the sky of day had darkened black by charcoal clouds in thickened stacks and the night star light was brute attacked by a lightning strike and a thunder crack A tempest blew in his face And our lonely goose lost his track
But by the will of the One of boundless grace the storm died down and for the clouds, No trace
Again there was light
And as he flew all he would see was the blue of the sky and the blue of the sea
But he had found his way… The goose felt wings themselves to beat Not to the South but duly East
Member Rara Avis
Ah, milady. I doff my hat in your honor. What a wonderful depiction of my life.
and like this goose upon his quest- A youthful "I" once headed West... To wander the southwestern plain And were I young I'd go again. To search for fabled rainbow's end, To find, as yet, unthought of friends. for geese like me, that is the "biz" A toast to talent...My dear Liz.
Member Rara Avis