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The Day of the Geese

They were coming hard, And fast, And clear, And loud. They were storming and stomping, and coming in proud. They were the geese The mighty mighty geese, They flew in formation, They flew to the east. Aligned in military fashion, They dove straight for the pond. Unfortunately, it was the one I had been trout-fishing on. I jumped back hard, I jumped back clear. I fell over my chair, I dropped my root beer. The geese came soaring into my pond that day, And I pulled away hard, as those geese do not play.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 11/13/2018 11:54:00 AM

We have them here too, Caren, and I've written poems about them. They're also edible, though that fact may not interest you? As for my clerihew on the planets, it's a musical symphonic score written by englishman Gustave Holst, and his most famous piece of music. Worth a listen. Thanks for reading it. / M

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/13/2018 6:58:00 PM

The geese have claimed the roof of my office as part of their flight pattern. I love watching their big fat butts as they take off a few inches from my office windows.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 11/13/2018 10:34:00 AM

Could just picture the scene Caren, honk honk.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/13/2018 6:58:00 PM

I see you have them too, my friend.