watching the geese babies (goslings?)
there they are
and more over here if we could only get close enough
climbing to the top (see the three year old bottom?)
it was a long way for him!
and then coming down
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You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls i cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece
of foreign sky.
To My Child,
Anne Campbell Stark
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