Noisy Geese
As the pink dawn rose
Over the mud flats
A serenity unmached
The glassy surface
Becoming a mirrior
For the rising hills
Its solitary wavering
From the noisy conversation
Broken down silence
By the 'Geese'
Waking from the
Roosting night
Ruffled feathers
Setting flight.
poem by Howard Johnson
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