Wild Geese


Heading north.

There is no explanation for the strange yearning that takes hold of me.

I hear the calls of the wild geese echoing across the valley and my eyes and heart are hypnotically drawn to the sky.

I want to fly and to follow the wind and the muted cry of the winged leader.

The sunshine casts their shadow across my wistful countenance while they somehow use it's angle to calculate and correct their course.

They know their destination.

Every fall, every spring - they leave me below as they disappear over the horizon.

Comments

BlondeBlogger said…
As long as they don't poop on you, it's all good! :)
11:09 PM, March 20, 2008
Molly said…
Lovely post...spring is actually here, but we are expecting snow.
3:56 AM, March 21, 2008
Jeanette said…
Hi Pamela, I hope you had a hat on as the geese flew over head...... LOL
4:19 AM, March 21, 2008
Ian said…
I like that poem, Pamela. And the picture suits it perfectly.

Ian
5:02 AM, March 21, 2008
ChrisB said…
I love the formation of geese as they fly. It's clever how they take turns to lead the group.
5:50 AM, March 21, 2008
Anonymous said…
Stir-crazy.
I get that way in spring.
7:30 AM, March 21, 2008
Jenni said…
Beautiful post. I feel that way when I see a hawk circling in the sky. I'm a loner:o)
8:45 AM, March 21, 2008
Sandy said…
Just beautiful, Pamela. I want to go, too.
8:49 AM, March 21, 2008
katy said…
oh I so wish I could take off and fly and go to the places I so want to go to
9:21 AM, March 21, 2008
kitten said…
That was just beautiful!
For the layered look of my hair, yes it is easy to take of and feels a lot better.
9:29 AM, March 21, 2008
Aoj and The Lurchers said…
I wish I could fly with them too.
9:36 AM, March 21, 2008
Tiggerlane said…
I love the geese, too - we will hear them, and run outside to watch them fly over. Of course, I usually see them when they are heading south. That's when I know that winter is just around the bend.

We will fly with them, one day - I'm sure of it!
9:47 AM, March 21, 2008
BarnGoddess said…
well written!

when I hear the calls of the geese, I am magically transported back to N.MI. Sometimes I miss my home state so much I ache for it.
9:49 AM, March 21, 2008
Anonymous said…
Great photo. I guess we should be expecting them here in the next 9-12 days ;-). We have a provincial park with a lake that is warmed by cooling the power plants. Some geese stay all year now. The park in the summer is an adventure in watching ones step and watching ones snack food.
9:55 AM, March 21, 2008
PAT said…
I love the photo and the words!

Pat
11:48 AM, March 21, 2008
Anonymous said…
Nice photo. I saw some this morning. Spring is sure trying to arrive around here....thank goodness.
2:11 PM, March 21, 2008
Wendster said…
I have been transported.

Very nice.

Your comment was, as per usual,hysterical. Haven't found it. Answer was: "I knew you would make a scene, so (he HAD to shoo me out). For the record, I have NEVER made a scene ... in a hotel. ha. Actually, he couldn't recollect a time I had ever made a scene ... and boy is he sorry and helpful this week. He's actually going to clean house tonight with me. I have got to remember to strike more often. Lol.
2:28 PM, March 21, 2008
Kim said…
The geese look beautiful against that so blue sky.
4:43 PM, March 21, 2008
Masago said…
I can almost see you starting to flap your arms. :-)
5:42 PM, March 21, 2008
Susie said…
Beautiful photo :) We rarely see geese here.
Happy Easter!
xo
7:46 PM, March 21, 2008
Joy T. said…
I LOVE our Canadian Geese who make their way home this time of year. It's such a great feeling when I hear their honking or sit and watch them in the water.
10:45 PM, March 21, 2008
Anonymous said…
Your word pictures never cease to amaze me. You have such talent, my friend!
11:54 PM, March 21, 2008
Desert Songbird said…
Love the photo. Ours are still here, refusing to fly north. I keep hoping.
7:20 AM, March 22, 2008
M@ said…
I hear the calls of the wild geese echoing across the valley and my eyes and heart are hypnotically drawn to the sky.

Reminds me of a dog I used to have. You should have seen the look on this black lab puppy's face the first time he saw geese honking in the sky!
8:13 AM, March 22, 2008
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6:58 PM, March 22, 2008
Unknown said…
My eyes are always drawn to them too. Not sure why. Enjoy yourself. :) Happy Easter!
7:39 PM, March 22, 2008
Peter said…
Hi Pamela, I have always loved the old "Cry of the Wild Goose" song,
"My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes.
A Frankie Laine memory from 1950.
Absolutely no umbrage taken from your comment on Easter post, thanks for your concern and thoughts.
8:36 PM, March 22, 2008
Junebug said…
Today we saw about a million black birds sitting in some trees near our house. They were so noisy and when they flew it was a like a big black cloud. Kind of like a plague! Ha ha. Exaggerating about the million!
9:15 PM, March 22, 2008
Christy Woolum said…
You really have a way with words. Lovely picture also. After the snow yesterday I still believe spring will come soon. Happy Easter!
11:24 PM, March 22, 2008
C... said…
They are not very loyal to any one place that's for sure. That was beautiful.
12:13 PM, March 23, 2008
Hayden said…
Beautifully written. No matter how much we love home, some of us are lured by the horizon when the migrating birds call.
2:43 PM, March 23, 2008
karisma said…
I was just thinking, what beautiful words, how uplifting, and then I read the first comment here and cracked up laughing. Isn't it great that people can enjoy life while still keeping it real?
6:50 PM, March 23, 2008
Anonymous said…
We did a song several years ago for all region choir competition titled "Something Told the Wild Geese". Your photo is a perfect accompaniment!
11:05 PM, March 23, 2008
thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said…
This weekend I had to stop my car and wait for geese to cross.

I love that.
1:53 PM, March 24, 2008
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