FOUR LITTLE GEESE
Several weeks ago
Along the lake’s shore,
A Mama and Papa goose
Showed up with more.
Four more, to be exact
And they keep coming back.
Four little puffs of fluff,
How they “strut their stuff”!
Four little baby geese,
And they know they’re alive.
From four little eggs
Came these four, not five!
Mama comes first
Then four in a row,
And then there’s Papa,
Now they’re ready to go.
Like a big ship up front,
And four little ones behind,
Then and even bigger ship,
Who makes up their mind.
For little baby geese
Don’t yet know the ropes,
And must depend upon wiser ones
To teach them to cope.
The parents are protective indeed
And teach them to feed,
While they keep older ones at bay,
As the little ones feed each day.
Isn’t it amazing How God brings
Little geese from eggs,
And how well these little ones
Can use their little legs.
They must move their legs fast
In the water where they swim,
In order to keep up with parents
And to stay a part of them.
They know the sounds of Mom & Pop
And never latch on to others
For God has given them instinct
To know their dads and mothers!
This family of Canadian geese
Teach me lessons every day;
For, in watching them together
I bow my head and pray!
Thank God for lives of all the wild,
Though they cannot talk,
God gives them an instinct,
And teaches them to walk.
Why can’t men upon the sod
Learn to walk with God,
Before going out on their own
Wild oats to be sown?
I’d rather walk with God
Upon this foreign sod
Than to strike out on my own
Before I am fully grown.
I’d rather be a little goose
And never ever be turned loose,
Than to find my way upon the earth
And never, never have a second birth.
So, thank you, God of Love
For all your gifts from above.
Even four little baby geese
Who swim about in peace!