THE WILD GEESE

Hilda Stob Poetry
October 1974
(To Dick)

I HEARD THE HONK OF THE WILD GEESE,
AS THEY FLEW OVERHEAD TONIGHT
AND I BREATHED A PRAYER TO GOD ON HIGH,
TO GUIDE THEM IN THEIR FLIGHT.

WE EARTHBOUND CREATURES HERE BELOW,
WONDERINGLY WATCH THEM FLY.
AND WE KNOW DEEP IN OUR LONGING HEARTS
IT IS FREEDOM FOR WHICH WE CRY.
FREEDOM FROM DRUDGERY – FREEDOM FROM FEAR
FREEDOM FROM TROUBLE AND CRIES.
“GOD GRANTS THE ONLY REAL FREEDOM YOU’LL KNOW”,
IS THE MESSAGE WE HEAR FROM THE SKIES.

 

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