Patient mother;
On your grass island in the middle of the river.
How can you know?
That the eggs beneath you
harbor life.
Protective mother;
Never straying from the nest.
Never fearing that the rising waters
might flush you all downstream.
Proud mother;
Your tiny goslings covered in fluff,
nestle against you and
push with their tiny beaks,
Until you lift your wing
and shelter them beneath----
from the cold river wind.
Bill Corwin
Durango
