Poem: Grouse Goneby

Where once a greater sage grouse grew

Now a gaggle grow

Why would a gander wander

With a group of goslings in tow

 

 

 

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About the poem:

This weekend in the mountains in Foxton, I saw something I’ve never seen in over 40 years of visiting. Geese in the field. We usually geese in the city parks, not in the mountains. Never before.

Climate change, my brother and I agreed.

I only remember seeing the sage grouse up and close once. It was a magnificent display.

In researching the Greater Sage Grouse, a footnote on the Sage Grouse Initiative website says:

Conservation: Numbers are declining largely due to habitat loss

Meanwhile the population of the Canada Goose population has nearly doubled since 2007

Like the rest of Colorado’s population. Canada Goose population is booming.

Colorado’s human population is expected to double by 2050, but we don’t have the water to support them. The human population in Colorado hasn’t increased as much as the geese’ since 2006 but it’s still pretty incredible.

It’s outrageous to me that we are dropping humongobombs on other countries and not dealing with basic issues right in front of us. These are complicated problems that we could solve if we worked on communication skills, science and community building.

Unfortunately, there seems to be little of that going around these days.

The showmanship like that of the sage grouse though, yeah, that’s alive and well.

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Lake Mac …Taking a walk at Lake McIntosh

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When you feel out of whack
Take a walk at Lake Mac
Feeling lost in your troubles?
The honking geese will call you back

About the poem:
I’d planned to work today, but rearrange my schedule to have the day off. Luckily, I found a nice trail and sweet friend to walk McIntosh Lake with. Ahh, ‘take a walk’ was number one on my to-do list.

Poem: City Park Picnic

The late summer sun was showing off
But the big old trees had seen it all before
The shade was plenty thick enough
For us to sit under
Side by side

The wide stretches of green
Were filled with
Soccer teams
And more soccer teams
Geese and more geese
Kids at the playgrounds
And picnickers
Like us
All in City Park
Side by side

Thick concrete tables and benches
With burgundy paint, fading and cracking a little
Covered by a bright red tablecloth
Held in place by
Gleaming bowls of potato salad,
Tupperware containers of cookies and brownies
Three-bean salad and
Cantaloupe
Side by side

The charcoal smoke gave the ceremonial feel
A smudge pot blessing
For travelers and their families
SIde by side

Mustard and ketchup
On burgers and buns
Balanced adeptly
On paper plates
Bending under the uneven distribution
Of sliders and salads
Side by side

Moms and dads
Brothers and sisters
Arrived
Each at the perfect time
Sons and daughters
Boyfriends and girlfriends
Old friends and new friends
Sat side by side

The wind snuck in
Picking up plates
Then dying down again
No hurries
No worries
Eating aimlessly
Talking amiably
Fat and happy
Side by side

Then the rain came
Unconvincingly at first
Then believable
And we ran
Sweeping everything up hurriedly
Hugs and goodbyes
Fat and happy
Smelling of charcoal smoke blessings
We ran
Side by side