The Tree Changes Colour

By Ken Simm

Wed, 17 Oct 2007
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The tree changes colour
The geese have arrived
One affair for another
In this season contrived
To make all seeming futile
As time passed us by
When the tree changes colour
Our frustrations reply
To the sense of our failure
And our loss of this right
Then the geese flying over
in the dark of the night
mark the end of our wisdom
and the break in this life
when the tree changes colour
and the geese land their calling
in the dark fields of our strife.

Certificate U
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Crankwood
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Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello Ken, I can see the geese flying about seeking the exact spot, where the wind will accept their descending to the land below, and respite, before continuing their long journey. I had the pleasure of working in James Bay in 1967, and it is the goose capital of the world. There are mostly white geese there, probably four to one versus the Canada Geese. The white geese are called, "wavies." Nice writing. RLP
Richard L. Provencher