It was a wild Canada Goose that was mostly on the other side of the river
when I saw it. The poem has undergone some revision now and is now called
"Antipathy" I was taken by the real cruelty of nature.
bw
James
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: New sub: An Estuary Poem
>Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 04:54:13 EST
>
>Crikey, James, this tugs at my heartstrings. Poor bird. Couldn't you have
>called the RSPCA? I'd call it 'Give Me a Break' (joke, on account of
>finding this poem really sad).
>bw
>christina
>
>
> > --
> > What can you do
> > with a broken wing?
> > You can still swim
> > though also know
> > this is it until you die
> > with death not a concept
> > I assume you understand
> >
> > Others of your kind
> > have left you alone
> > are all together in the flock
> > over on the marsh grass
> > sitting and standing or rooting
> > about while you stand
> > by the waterline with a useless wing
> > then swim across the river
> > as if for the comfort of water.
> >
> > You join a couple of strays
> > on the other side
> > root among seaweed - know you can
> > must carry on to eat
> > live a little longer
> > though in the quietness
> > of the river under winter sunlight
> > the odds are stacking against
> > survival beyond today - maybe tomorrow
>
>
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