Sidney Beck Poet Narrative

St Lawrence North Shore

ST.   LAWRENCE   NORTH   SHORE

Late October time to go for this rover
The seagulls  bleat in lonely disorderly anguish.
River is open but the lake’s solid over
And they  know they must stay to the bitter  finish.

But the wild geese fly in formation southerly
Flying home  arrow-straight, neck
Pointing their way clearly,   eagerly                    
Stretched to escape from Quebec.

Knowing the way without compass or  chart
Through storm and  night over winter’s  land dead
Sure-winged, and with a sure heart
Knowing all that matters  lies ahead

I too must beat south now I’ve checked
From the height of  land   to the shore
My trap-line  and furs,  I expect
Before spring to return here no more.

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Carolyn Devonshire December 5, 2010 at 9:57 AM Here in Florida we see many "snowbirds," Syd. The description of the shoreline is beautiful and as we journey through life seeking more warmth, we never know what lies ahead. Love, Carolyn

John Loving Iii December 5, 2010 at 6:37 AM perhaps like us they have prophets and angels too. john