They Say Only the South Wind Flattens Grass

Posted on December 2, 2020 by

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Watching a noisy flock of geese while they 
gaggle to one another, pondering what they say
and why they travel far and wide, only 
to spend the winter days basking in the
warmth of sparkling sunshine in deep south, 
with feathers ruffling and dancing in the cool wind
their foraging beaks and webbed feet flattens
every emerald green blade of grass

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: Travels in the Wild

Author’s Note: This is a Golden Shovel Poem. The line and title of my poem comes from “Surfacing” by Kathleen Jamie

Here are the rules for the Golden Shovel:

  • Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire.
  • Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem.
  • Keep the end words in order.
  • Give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines).
  • The new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words.

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

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25 Comments on “They Say Only the South Wind Flattens Grass”

  3. Ah, you have captured them so well. We have some in our bird sanctuary on the inlet…lovely creatures, looking for every last blade of green.

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  5. That’s a great shovel – you’ve got it flowing so naturally, I’m not sure I’d have noticed it was a shovel unless you’d told me. I like to see geese, even if they are grumpy and messy – they are so wonderful in flight. You capture them well.

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  9. I liked your pondering over the geese Linda. I think we might all enjoy migration on a regular basis to keep ourselves in moderate climates. Human beings just get too entrenched for that to be possible – and unfortunately, we don’t have wings. 🙂

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  10. Lovely to imagine those geese gaggling to one another! We had snow yesterday and the poor ducks on the lake were covered in it. I think the migratory birds have sense.

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  13. Such exquisite detailing in this poem, Linda! 💝 I felt like I was there watching the geese “flatten every emerald green blade of grass.” 🙂

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