by Dani Boi

Created on: May 31, 2011

Incense on the wing

Over the land of Ire it flies
When summer’s lost its green.
I saw it once with my own eyes…
The flock of geese, I mean.
The wild geese.

Just past All Hallows Eve it was
When fire filled the sky
And through the branches bare, I swear
The trees released a sigh
As the wild geese flew by.

Now for her fire the land of Ire
Is known both near and far.
And in the name of Notre Dame
She fights a world war.
There is a world war.

Azure sky bows in the East
To watch the West be bled.
Oh weary sun, your job is done
The source of light is red…
The source of light is read.

Citizens of planet Earth
No longer bound to Rome,
Indigenous by second birth,
The wild goose calls you home.
The spirit says, “Come home”.

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