Tell Me A Story

Rating: 2.7

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.

I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse.I heard them.

I did not know what was happening in my heart.

It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.

The sound was passing northward.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James 09 July 2020

You kinda cut off the most important part of the poem...

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