Five goslings by the irrigation canal,
Fuzz-balls still wobbly on new-hatched
Webbing—usually gleaning among
Blooming gold floating on the fields—
Today crowded under mother’s pin feathers,
Motionless, breathless perhaps—ignored
Spring-time’s banquet waiting invitingly
On damp earth or floating in the water;
May Day clouds tumbled to the east,
Obscuring still-snow-capped peaks,
Then swept down on the valley,
Trumpeting in distant ragged claps,
Then, after one pent-up breath,
Rain thudded against green leafy slopes,
Roiled dark water into white-caps,
Drowned the world—and left the goslings dry.
A contest entry
- The Goose by Olivias Violin.
400 points, ended May 11, 5 entries
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Comments
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Geese are always vety charming animals I find - and the little gozzies are extra cute. Did you know that English farmers still sometimes use them as less expensive to maintain watchdogs?
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Wow this is a really good writ you have her. Good luck in the contest. Thank you for sharing and it was a pleasure to read.
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Wonderful!!
Reminds me of the ducklings I sometimes see in my neighborhood.
Thank you for sending this poem
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Thanks. We drove past the canal this afternoon, a few minutes before a downpour, and saw the goslings huddled beneath the mother. Then, when I saw your contest, the image immediately came to mind. Thanks for the opportunity to work on this.
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