Diane’s post about wild geese on Random Noodling last Poetry Friday reminded me of this poem. Are the geese doing their autumn flypast where you live?
This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Diane at Random Noodling
Prairie Autumn
14
Sep
Violet Nesdoly / poems 
dmayr
September 14, 2012 at 10:09 am
I love it, Violet! Well done.
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vnesdoly
September 14, 2012 at 9:19 pm
Thanks, Diane. Since I saw your poem about wild geese last week, I keep bumping into more! I guess it’s a seasonal topic.
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Tabatha
September 14, 2012 at 11:53 am
Very nice, Violet! I especially like “wheat perfume” 🙂
There are 60 geese that live near us, and some of them stay all year.
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vnesdoly
September 14, 2012 at 9:27 pm
Wow, Tabatha, they’re your near neighbours. Actually some geese stick around here too. Others leave. I wonder what makes the difference.
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Tracy Lee Karner
September 15, 2012 at 12:36 pm
Maybe geese are like people–the retired ones can afford to be snowbirds, the younger ones have to stick around and hold down a job! 🙂
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Andromeda Jazmon
September 14, 2012 at 12:40 pm
Wow I love this – the language you chose and the shape of the words. Lovely! I am getting in the mood now…
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jama
September 14, 2012 at 2:00 pm
Totally cool, Violet!
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vnesdoly
September 14, 2012 at 9:20 pm
Thanks Jama. What is even more cool is the CD book project you’re highlighting on your blog this week. Wonderful!
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Linda Baie (@LBaie)
September 14, 2012 at 4:33 pm
Gorgeous Violet, words and picture. No, the geese are not flying through. Many stay here too.
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vnesdoly
September 14, 2012 at 9:21 pm
Our geese actually do both. We see some around through the winter, yet in autumn they go honking by in the hundreds. Maybe we’re on a flight path.
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Katya
September 14, 2012 at 4:50 pm
I saw my first v of geese just this afternoon so the timing of your wonderful poem was impeccable.
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vnesdoly
September 14, 2012 at 9:24 pm
Great, Katya. They must be the early birds, the ones that Rachel Field talks about in this poem.
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mattforrest
September 14, 2012 at 5:23 pm
Just came acros this now – love it! It’s a calm read, even though there’s motion to it…and I love the last line, a perfect ending. Haven’t seen any yet, so I’m hoping summer holds ona little longer!
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vnesdoly
September 14, 2012 at 9:25 pm
Indeed! Summer can’t overstay her welcome where I live either.
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Joyce Ray
September 14, 2012 at 5:28 pm
So beautiful. The poem breathes movement and autumn. I love any image of wild geese. Thanks for a visual treat!
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Mary Lee
September 15, 2012 at 4:45 am
Lovely — both the words and the picture, and the way the words complete the picture.
Geese often fly over the playground — low — during recess. Sometimes their voices are silent, but you can still hear the whoosh of their wings, and sometimes they are honking all the way. I wouldn’t trade recess duty for cafeteria duty for anything! How could I go for a whole day without that 15 minutes outside? I’d miss the geese! And the grasshopper gatherers I wrote about over at Laura Shovan’s!
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