THE CANADAS

 THE CANADAS
  By Donna Penley

I was sittin’ on my horse in a pasture, gazing toward th’ sky,
Watchin’ a vee of Canada geese as they winged their way on high.
Their leader called with raucous voice as he led his lusty crew;
Miles away he’d change leadership with his brother, as they
are apt to do.

My daddy had a cousin, an’ his name was Frankie Lane;
“I Must Go Where The Wild Goose Goes” was a song he sang.

An’ did ya know geese mate for life,
Or so the experts say --
So if their mate gets killed or dies,
They go on their lonesome way.

I was ponderin’ that sad thought,,
Looked up, an’ the vee of geese was Gone.
But reverberatin’ in my head
Were th’ words of Frankie’s song --

“I must go where the wild goose goes,
An’ I must know what the wild goose knows.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin’ soul, or a heart at rest?”

Then I bowed my head an’
thanked God for such a
beautiful sight!

Copyright Protected