WHERE THE GEESE DREAM


                                                                      I think of a place, hidden from the world,


A secret land safe from mankind, still with beauty.


Within these trees and plant life sits a lake 
Like glass,

So calm when the air is still, moves slowly within 
A breeze.

There is a sound of peace here, frogs and fish move 
Along quietly,

There is a mystery about this world, they come as one, 
Never seen.

A special place, left untouched by those who destroy  
What is beautiful,


When you step into it you will be stunned by these  
Creatures of thousands,


Here is where there is peace, this is where the 
Geese dream.
              Keith Garrett