The goose orchestra is playing today on the lake,
A cacophony of sound
Tossed into the air by a brisk north wind,
Softened by the muffled wing flapping of late concert goers.
The gray sky and brown grass welcome the joyous music,
On an otherwise silent winter day,
As a thousand geese perform a symphony of gratitude,
For their safe arrival to our little lake of the south,
And we, with God, are listening.
Cerita M. Hewett
Revised November 2014