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John Symons
John Symons has just sold his abode. And he has written a new poem! Is he moving into a productive phase? J.E.
Poems
GEESE
The shouts of football praise and scorn I heard
but tempted skyward saw their ragged vee,
that from spectator, no, but from a bird
came urgings to a goal, impatiently.
No teacher's, but a doctor's fluid tick
was set by their direction in the sky
and though we know that food and heat they seek
they leave us here bereft that stay as I.
While Chinese whispers down the line they pass
and seem to deselect the leading goose
we will have snow too thick upon our grass
and they no human, economic noose.
So are they free, or tread another mill
and are we rooted here in our free will?
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