Tag Archives: Momma Goose

TRACKS IN THE SNOW

TRACKS IN THE SNOW

 

Watching the melting snow,

I see foot prints onward go…

It looks like deer

But see here,

Those are webbed feet impressions, you know!

Momma goose, or maybe the gander,

Took time in the day to wander…

Away from the pond

To farther beyond,

Searching for grass by meander?

The tracks went only one way

But the gate was open all day…

Maybe Momma decided

She was sore-sided

And returned another way!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

AT THE APPLES AGAIN!

AT THE APPLES AGAIN!

 

Driving in to work today

I glanced at trees by the highway…..

Some geese were there

Enjoying the air,

Had they munched on those apples all day?

The apples had fallen aground,

The geese seemed happy they found…

This new food source

Which I’d endorse,

Their method of recycling was sound.

If some apples were in vinegar prep.,

The geese will have a “hic” in their step…

Don’t be a goose chider

If the mash turns to cider,

The poor birds need SOMETHING for pep!

The Momma goose with the broken wing,

Couldn’t fly, so missed the whole thing…

The gate was closed

As one supposed,

The day after Thanksgiving.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

LEFT ALONE

LEFT ALONE

 

On a cold November afternoon,

Momma goose with the broken wing…

Wandered around down by the pond

Remembering everything.

Her family had flown south

With the rest of the geese living there…

Momma goose with the broken wing,

Couldn’t fly or get in the air.

Sometimes one or two would stay,

The younger ones not full-grown…

But this year it seems she’s left with her dreams

To waddle through snow alone.

 

–Jonathan Caswell