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Goose, Bird, Flight, Flying

as far as we know
a goose
doesn’t think
about flying
she just flies
is what she does
it’s as natural to her
as breathing
we can’t know for sure
but I doubt she thinks about
not being able to fly
about having to walk
or crawl everywhere
it doesn’t seem as if she would
compare herself to other beings
and wonder why they were always
on the ground
and not in the air
I think our species is the only one
that thinks about what others
can and cannot do
the only one
that thinks of never ending destruction
and deadly weapons
that could end all life on the planet
I think we’re the only broken ones here
I think every other species
just lives
and does’t worship death
I don’t think a goose hates
or wants more than she needs
I think a goose is balanced
and in harmony with nature
she isn’t other
but part of
we are the ones who are
out of place
we don’t belong here
we are the enemy
to every
living thing



Bertha is brave.  She is also fearless.  She never hesitates to put her body in harm’s way to protect others.  She grew up poor and knows how hard life can be.  Her mother was taken at an early age and she raised her siblings with the help of her aunt.  Since then she has saved goslings and anyone else who needed saving from farms and  humans who would abuse others.  She has chased men away, snapping and hissing, honking and flapping at them her eyes filled with determination.  She watched them run, afraid of her fury and sharp beak.  She has hidden others, until it was safe to move them.

She knows the old songs. Songs passed down from Goose to Goose.  Her mother taught her the old ones, singing them over her egg and as a new hatchling.  And then her mother was gone.  She was smuggled out of her nest by her aunt who hid her, as well as three of her sisters, in a hollow tree.  So Bertha sings the songs to others, teaching them the old ways, showing them their beauty and worth.  She sings of their ancestors, of  the wonder of flight, and the joy of newly laid eggs.  She sings of bright mornings and cool summer evenings, when they gathered at the water’s edge.  She sings of brave geese who gave their lives to protect their flocks.  And she stands up for what is right and good and she teaches  others to do the same.

Bertha is a symbol to geese everywhere.  She is the Keeper of Songs.  She is Bertha the Brave.

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Bronze Goose

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