Many thanks for last week's warm welcome back :-)
Joe's comment set me to musing on the flight of the pink-footed geese to Slimbridge...

(And PS to countryfog, I thought your recent Tanka very beautiful; may I request its return?)



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From lands of ice we launch our flight,
pink pacing into silver soar
to amber warmth of south sun light.

Up, up we push to stratus height
above swept snow on jet sand shore,
from lands of ice we launch our flight.

Through darkening day to nimbus night,
with stars to steer our fleet miles more
to amber warmth of south sun light.

Wild waves toss manes from grey to white,
release a rolling roiling roar,
from lands of ice we launch our flight.

Cloud clears, cragged coast looms blue and bright,
we glider over tree and tor
to amber warmth of south sun light.

And so we swoop to Severn site,
to rest half year on wetlands floor;
from lands of ice we launch our flight,
to amber warmth of south sun light.




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Written on 2014-03-24 at 00:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done!
2014-03-30


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
The superb command of language that is a hallmark of your poetic style along with the lyrically musical phrasing of line and stanza is absolutely inimitable as though the very migration were a masterful painting upon display in a digital Poetbay Museum for the delight and edification of any and all whom may subscribe to Yhe Avian View.

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2014-03-24


countryfog
There's not a day here without the passages of geese . . . I've written of it often but never with the grace you've expressed here.
2014-03-24

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