Why I Wait Poem by James McLain

Why I Wait and so wait I must;
As I am warm,
I wait for the geese to fly south.

Being she gentles me as no other
like her, she can
I wait for her to gentle that one other
side none see.

While I wait, each morning you wait
to see
the reflection in his eyes of all that
she has done, that you want him to be.

I have waited long enough, for she has
told me so.
The geese are flying north again and
watching as I wait they are two shy.