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White-fronted Geese Upon the Wing

A thousand geese upon the wing,
Below the silver shine of moonbeam play,
Racing from the winter sting,
Unto a softer gloam in Sendai bay.

The flock so loud in raucous voice,
Released from out the Russian steppe and storm,
Honshu provides a safer choice,
A mellow season blessed with richer warm.

This spring migration moves them east,
Unto the coast of Sanriku in droves,
A calmer prospect thereby leased,
A clement balm in oriental coves.

White-fronted geese in happy throng,
Their chasing squadron swift and resolute,
Cojoined in reverential song,
Their joie de vivre spry and absolute.

Miyagi prefecture is calm,
Still cool but apt for safer breeding there,
The crystal skies a perfect charm,
With pallid sunshine poised in gentle air.

They travel up Sanriku coast
To Eastern Hokkaido to find their roost,
Mate with mate, in love engrossed,
The boon of love with chicks and young produced.

These areas for wintering,
Provide a shelter and a winsome home,
Before again they rise to sing,
Across the purple tinctured welkin dome.

Returning to the Russian wild,
Restored by flight to Europe’s sterner shore,
Their flocks in feathered beauty styl’d,
Their reverence in merry-mouthed uproar.

We are in newfound wonderment!
Our numbers richer with our eager young,
Our baby geese are heaven sent,
And now in skies of blue and pink are flung.

ADL