The Wild Goose Poem by Liam ó Comáin
The Wild Goose
dusk in the isle of inch
waiting for the moon
takeing wing and rising
to meet the wild goose
with others forming a V
for a flight in moon light
soaring above Ireland
as the moon drifts
and the sea groans
in a deep bed far below
after hours of flight as
the sun rises parting
without a sound
flying homeward upon
the wind's crest
bringing to a conclusion
an imaginary journey
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