I have seen millions flock
Moved with an internal time clock
Canadian fields white and dark poke-a-dots
Geese meet and glean in exact annual spots
When clear sky and moons phase is right
The stage is set and all take to flight
Each wing fluency, graciously propels
In a breathing space where twilight dwells
Stars and moonlight channel the course
And a mysterious magnetic inner force
Artistically evoking migration like poetic word of mouth
To glean the rice fields of the south
I have seen millions flock
Duane Botzek 12/9/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was able to see the amazing mysterious migration of great flocks of geese while driving and riding our eighteen-wheeler through Regina areas of Canada and the rice field’s areas of Arkansas. It is a very moving experience. I have been try to paint the moment with words to express the wonders of the feeling, colors, sounds, the reflection, the light, and moving visual of when a flock take to flight. Blocking the sun and life artistically moves in a breathing space where twilight dwells. My wish was to take you there. Hope you enjoy my quatrain poem.