Barry Pook


A Special Union - Poem by Barry Pook

She heard a sound above the trees and 'neath the clouds,
Soon to formation like golden spitfires
She loved their cries, always did,
Eyes aloft she spied a throng of geese.

Little did she know this was a sign of approaching love,
A friend declared 'Come out with me, I've got someone you'd like to meet, '
Apprehensively she teetered toward the open doors,
Not knowing what was awaiting her,

And there inside a kindly man began to speak,
Days went by and their love grew,
From flying geese to Melvyn Gosling,
Security, Intelligence and a bond never to be broken.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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