MIRRORS OF LIFE
THE GEESE ARE EATING ONCE AGAIN
THE GEESE ARE EATING ONCE AGAIN
IN THE FIELDS OF CORN, I GRIN
AS LINED IN ROWS TREES ARE IN THE BACKGROUND
LITTLE ANIMALS COME TO PLAY
ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY
AND EARLY MORNING SUN IS ALMOST PROFOUND!
YOU SEE A VERY DIFFERENT PART OF ME
WAKES UP AND LONGS TO BE FREE
AS EYE IS CAPTURED BY AN OPEN SKY
THEN MY HEART GAINS STRANGE SINEW
WHILE LIKE THE BIRD ACROSS THE BLUE
I STRETCH MY LITHE BODY AS I FLY.
WHO WOULD BELIEVE SUCH A THING
A FULL GROWN WOMAN COULD WING
AND FEEL SO COMPLETE
AS IN FANCY, MY DELIGHT
I LEAVE MY CHAIR AS I TAKE FLIGHT
WITH DAUGHTER AND HUSBAND AT MY FEET
WITH RUSHING AIR THROUGH MY HAIR
FAR ABOVE PAIN AND CARE
HOW TO DEFINE SUCH JOY AND WHEN?
FAR BELOW, THE TOPS OF TREES
THE FIELD OF CORN, IF YOU PLEASE,
BUT FOR SURE WE KNOW,
THE GEESE ARE EATING ONCE AGAIN!
THEPOETSKISS COPYRIGHT 2001
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THE GEESE ARE EATING ONCE AGAIN
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