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Goslings Under Pine
by Kristina WoodhillCanada goose and gander
Sit serenely
Floating in a pond of dirt
Beneath the old black pine,
Small wooden bench waits nearby
Miniature plastic kitchen
Placed lightly in the shade
Heavy with promises
Of mud pie, stone soup,
Tea parties with Grandma
Seen often as we stroll by,
Down on her knees
Clearing weeds
From this magic retreat,
Chatting happily
With two small girls
Who mimic her moves,
Rearrange their tiny tools
With great care,
Where flowers wink
From bright yellow faces,
Cool toe-tickling ponds are only
A child's thought away
And charmed decoys bask
in their assigned enactment
content
never to fly
07/22/2014 Author's Note: Added note so I don't forget this. We walked by this house when they were having a yard sale and chatted with the couple. At some point the geese were mentioned and the grandmother said that was a magical corner of the yard for her grand daughters. The pine cones from the scotch pine have to be collected before nightfall, according to one of the girls, or they will all turn into trolls.
Posted on 07/23/2014
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/25/14 at 06:37 PM An eclectic...thought provoking combination of images and activity going on here Kristina. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/29/14 at 12:14 PM and charmed decoys ( with which I can definitely relate ) bask in their assigned enactment content never to fly. what better line to conclude an ode which is charming throughin and throughout. |
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