Wilderness Flying Regiment

Wilderness Flying Regiment short poem

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A team of nine magnificent Canada geese fling in a “V” formation;
over a serene alpine pond, skirted with a host of budding alpine wildflowers,
amongst fresh spring vegetation.
The Canada geese are flying low over this tranquil setting, their shadows gracing the surface of this oasis
in the spring beauty of the Cascade Mountain Range.
This is a unique setting.
Early morning mist rising from the high alpine pond.
The shadow of a “wilderness flying regiment,”
mystically gliding through the rising mist.
Nature’s pristine amphitheater sharing the love of creation
in the abundant vast riches of the Cascade Mountain Range’s springtime attire.

Poet’s Note
The context of this poem deals with a flock of Canada Geese flying in formation through the mist, over an alpine pond in an early springtime morning.

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Balveen Cheema
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Loved the imagery of the 9 canadian geese!

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