Warmer Places
Burning kindling spice the
air
as a V of geese honk
beneath a gun-metal-gray sky
hanging heavy over the Smokies.
They cross the Tuckasegee
pocked with chunks of ice
in search of
warmer places.
beneath a gun-metal-gray sky
hanging heavy over the Smokies.
They cross the Tuckasegee
pocked with chunks of ice
in search of
warmer places.
In his younger years, Tom
Davis served as a Special Force Combat Diver. It seems to him that he spent
more time on, in, and under the water than as a landlubber. This and other
adventures he has written about in his memoir, The Most Fun I Ever Had With
My Clothes On: A March From Private to Colonel.
http://www.oldmp.com/davismemoirs
Hi Tom, I enjoyed reading your poem. I could visualize the geese, as there are many where I reside. I recall them lining up for take off one time. It was absolutely fascinating to behold. Thanks for sharing. Good wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteExcellent visuals, great word choice. Much enjoyed well dine Pete.
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