hartistry: November 2009

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Where are My Geese by David Hart

Where are My Geese
They used to stay
where the trotter horses run

Where could they have gone?
I do miss them--
their regal style
Their relaxed manner...

Their moments Royal --
gliding in the air.

Only for those short moments
-- not enough
for my liking

How it would be grand
to see them every day
In the air over the land --
tickling the bluing
Sky --- Honk Honk Honk
That funny way they
talk and sing
Honk honk and honk again

They must know
how much I
like seeing
and admiring them...

I like seeing them
any time of the day
Where have they gone
today.

Where Are My Geese? By David Hart

WhWhere are My Geese
They used to stay where the trotter horses run

Where could they have gone?
I do miss them--their regal style
Their relaxed manner...

Their moments Royal --gliding in the air.

Only for those short moments -- not enough
for my liking

How it would be brand to see them every day
In the air over the land --tickling the bluing
Sky --- Honk Honk Honk That funny way they
talk and sings Honk honk and honk again

They must know how much I
like seeing and admiring them...

I like seeing them any time of the day
Where have they gone today.