About a week and a half ago, I shared a short video on my Facebook page, taken behind our house, along our property line. It was simply 10 seconds of a babbling brook, but it’s a quiet little place I like to go and bring the kids to relax and listen.
Today, I’m sharing something from the front of the house!
Actually, it’s right across the street from the front of our house. On the other side of the road, you see, a hay field and pond are home to a variety of frogs, ducks, snapping turtles, deer, Red-winged Blackbirds, and a Great Blue Heron – as well as a family of Canada Geese that has been growing the last few years:
Five or six years ago, it was one pair of geese. This spring, I counted 5 pairs, most with their own gaggle of goslings, and one lone adult straggler. (Hey, there’s always that one confirmed bachelor in every family, right?)
So today, I thought I’d share a short poem I wrote about them. Hope you like it! And for all of today’s Poetry Friday links, head over to Julie Larios’ The Drift Record.
Spring at Pond Meadow
Goslings follow Mama’s lead,
through tall grass and jewel-weed;
Father watches wily fox
hiding kits from hungry hawks.
– © 2016, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved
Oh, by the way…if you haven’t had a chance to read my post from this past Tuesday about using open submissions for inspiration, I hope you’ll check it out!