Eternal Flight of Thanksgiving
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Eternal Flight
David J Walker
Gaggles of geese
Cross the faint light from the
Three-quarter moon in the east
Gliding
In the ancient art of landing
Perfectly on the smooth surface
Of the pond
Between the house and the
Nearby highway
The last of the fading light before
Thanksgiving Night sets in
Sensory space
The place where I can
Truly count my blessings
Let my prayer begin with the
Chorus of geese
Bedding down for the night
Eternal flight
Calling me home
navigated by
the coming moonlight
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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