Geese

“Look at the Flock,” His mother Described,

“The Geese in a ‘V’, Fly all Day,”

“When we lay Down at night,

Without any a Fright,

They’re Sleeping in Grasses, Or Hay.”

“Why don’t they get a Home?”

The boy Muttered in Awe,

“They deserve Some Fine Soiree!

Why must they lay

In the night, where all they

May be lost? Every one, gone astray?”

His Mother stood up and sighed,

Her eyes trailing aside

The large yard, and into the Hills.

Then she looked at the Boy,

With his eyes in a gleam,

And told him what might have brought thrills:

“Do you know what they say?”

She then asked in delay,

With a smile, that Brightened the day.

“What is that?” The Boy asked

With a gleam in his eye,

And the Mother went smiling Still,

“Well, when they sleep today,

I know what they’ll say,

They’ll say, ‘Well, what a thrill was this day!

Why must humans be forced

Into big shacks of wood?

Why must they be cooped up night and day?

When we lie here at night,

Without any a fright,

They can’t get up and go play!’”

The boy looked at the Sky

In the field of the Rye, And Cried,

“Can I join you this night ‘fore you fly?

You have fun and you play,

But where do I stay?

In the house

Where the Baby Doth Cry!

But I know that it’s wrong,

And I can’t come along,

Though I’ll wish you

Goodnight!

That’s my Song.

-Lewie II