By Sydney Landon Plum

"A true story of a woman's love for an injured goose." Love Canada Geese


A Reflection of Beauty in Washington

A poem by President Jimmy Carter
I recall one winter night 
going to the White House roof
to study the Orion nebulae,
but we could barely see the stars,
their images so paled by city lights.
Suddenly we heard a sound
primeval in its tone and rhythm
coming from the northern sky.
We turned to watch in silence
long wavering V's
breasts transformed to brilliance
by the lights we would have dimmed.
The geese passed overhead,
and then without a word
we went down to a peaceful sleep,
marveling at what we'd seen and heard.
Thank you, Belle Schmidt, for submitting this lovely poem for our website.