Remember The Goose - Poem by Saint Eule
I awoke to the bird calling outside my window,
A new day has begun, my mind is hungover with thoughts of yesterday.
A wild goose is heard in the distance.
The bird seems to be calling for his nestlings, probably long
dispersed in the forest.
The goose seems to be have purpose, his trumpet is sure, he knows
others will join the journey to a more lavishing sunrise.
If only I was as sure as the goose, free to sail the sky with
a natural compass.To go north or south as the need arise.
My mortal mind has recently learned of a friend who has passed.
A tear rolls down my cheek, soon it will reach my lips.
I will taste his memory consigned to a single tear.
Fortunately, he left words behind written by his finger tips.
He was a poet -I suddenly remembered a favorite poem alas.
I no longer wanted to cry, but a grin turned to a smile.
Dead poets never die, they either punish or grace us for awhile.
With words that sail through time, following their compass.
Leave your nest say goodbye to yesterday.
Be at rest try to hear beyond the bird, I pray.
If you are a poet, waste not the hour, write what you choose,
My sister, my brother whatever you do - remember the goose.
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