Eyes To Heaven
Long an observer of Berks County skies
From west wondered what ruckus implies .
Could children's chatter, playground's gleeful cries,
Be so close to hear though not seen by my eyes ?
Goose and gander, Canadians, across the pond
Shallow water succulent greens they are fond.
Muskrats pull grasses in spring as they respond.
These ponds come alive as my private neutron.
Quickly I turned to the sounds from the west,
An angled V gaggle with song from their chest.
Lost count at thirty, do they circle for rest ?
No, not today, they don't land here to nest.
But why do they sound so different from norm ?
Snow Geese were they off course by a storm ?
Surely I've seen a lone Snow Goose forlorn,
But a pure white gaggle's sharp V was their form.
That surprised me in both sight and sounds.
Around us - Nature - in awe she abounds.
Gone are the Snow Geese, still Blue Birds around.
My eyes to the heavens, my heart's on the ground.
Ronald C .Downie
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