minds skip easily across blue sky
and eyes drink the light
never tiring of watching it change
shadowed by white cloud
those ships sailing to far off lands
where minds welcome them there
as harbingers of this or that
minds in the blue sky where Geese
migrate to here and there
and back again for one more year
across the green way by the shore
where they gather together
a flock, family for life
a fat goose for Christmas fare
in the eye of the mind of Man.