Day 6 of 12 Days of Christmas: Six geese
Wild Geese — Frederick Peterson How oft against the sunset sky or moonI watched that moving zigzag of spread wingsIn unforgotten Autumns gone too soon,In unforgotten Springs!Creatures of desolation, far they flyAbove all lands bound by the curling foam; In misty lens, wild moors and trackless skyThese wild things have their home.They know the tundra[…]
