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TFMPnRRETNDRES
Wild Geese
I'he cold, peaceful stillness of winter which enveloped the marsh was broken at intervals hy the swishing of the reeds, as some fitful breeze rus­ tled through them.
Slowly and far to the north a tiny speck of black appeared. Gradu­ ally drawing nearer, it took the form of a living “V,” winging its way
southward. Now a faint “honk-honk” could be heard as the Hock ap­ proached. As it passed over the marsh, the leader wheeled and led his
feathered followers downwards. With the wind whistling through their wings, they descended in ever-narrowing spirals, until with a hissing splash they suddenly hit the waters bordering on the marsh. Then noiselessly slipping into the tall grass, they all disappeared, save one old gander, the
sentinel of the flock.
Slowly long, somber shadows stole cautiously across the marsh, envel­ oping everything in the deepening dusk. As the last faint glimmer of winter twilight disappeared, the raucous cry of a marsh-hen shattered the stillness— then there was quiet, interrupted only now and again by the soft, fitful cackle of the feeding geese.
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C. N. j., ’3
One day from a windy hill I gazed
Over the fields, newly furrowed by the plough. And rolling meadows where red kine
Drifted through the sunny afternoon Or lay in the shade of apple trees; Over orchards of pink blossoms
Just broken into bloom Under a sky of dazzling blue.
Drifting with silver argosies of clouds. And for the first time I knew
There was a God.
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