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
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AuthorDonna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer. Archives
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