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Topic: Canada (01/29/09)
- TITLE: Power in Numbers
By Jessica Smith
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Feathers fly, in springs new heat.
It’s time again, to head out.
“Seasons have changed”,
new buds do shout.
Long necks, stretch out to see,
Beautiful rivers, bright green trees.
Mountainous peaks, blue lined creeks,
Canadian land, they do seek.
Flapping of wings, strength in core;
Alone is not something they are.
Numbers untold, up in the air;
Further than most, lead they share.
Honks of large and small do sound;
Calling of friends, on the ground.
Come right along, together in flight.
Flying by day, and resting at night.
Weaker at times, one needs rest;
He falls to the end, changing the best.
Carried under the air of wings,
Strong in each other, geese do sing.
Shots are heard, dogs do bark.
Another bird shot, in Jasper Park.
“Look here Sam, we got us one.
Let’s take him home, have us some fun.”
Injured in wing, blood pools out.
The gander squawking, he needs help.
Quickly two, dive down to respond.
Protection has come onto the pond.
Splashing of water, felt in his eyes;
Mr. Hunter will have a big surprise.
One goose tugs at the forlorn bird,
Another honks ; a warning heard.
“Come on now Sam, get her now.
It’s time we got us some birdie chow.”
Brown wings flapping at the dog;
Dark eyes daring it not to come.
With one big honk, the dog ran.
Foiling the scheming hunter’s plan.
A few days later, three birds flew.
Joining their flock, hope anew.
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A little bit of forced rhyme and meter irregularity--if smoothed out, would really make this poem pop.
Great imagery, especially in the beginning.