Yesterday I got 2 big Pinkfoot flocks over the house going south... first of the season as far as I know. What an amazing sound they make. Never tire of it! This picture isn't of them ... no batteries in the camera ! Typical . It's from a few years back.... ... and ..... it brought to mind this poem. It's a real poem this one, not one of my silly concoctions. And .... wait for it .... it isn't crap !! As you know, I have a basic rule .... all bird poetry is crap. It's an subset of a bigger rule..... all "nature" poetry is crap. But this one is the exception ...a rare one .... because .... ... it's fine ...... and it's true....... and mysterious...... aha .... I wish I was .... Skeins o Geese by Kathleen Jamie Skeins o geese write a word across the sky. A word struck lik a gong afore I wis born. The sky moves like cattle, lowin. I'm as empty as stane, as fields ploo'd but not sown, naked an blin as a stane. Blin tae the word, blin tae a' soon but geese ca'ing. Wire twists lik archaic script roon a gate. The barbs sign tae the wind as though it was deef. The word whustles ower high for ma senses. Awa. No lik the past which lies strewn aroun. Nor sudden death. No like a lover we'll ken an connect wi forever. The hem of its goin drags across the sky. Whit dae birds write on the dusk? A word niver spoken or read. The skeins turn hame, on the wind's dumb moan, a soun, maybe human, bereft. There's some terrific evocative lines in there ... ... the hem of its goin drags across the sky ... ... whit dae birds write on the dusk ? ... the past which lies strewn aroun.... ... a word struck lik a gong before I wis born ... Yes, at times, I can be a Soppy Old Hector ....... so here's Ian Anderson , the "old" version, doing " Wond'ring Aloud" ... a lovely, and soppy, love song ... If you want to see how he used to be ..... back in the day .... 1976 .... ..and in between those two extremes, various eccentric items of headgear. Anyhow ... here's the sing-along version ... I did warn you about those hats
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