Why Geese Fly Further Than Eagles

Cruising north on Burmac Road

Great day to be riding

Lazy Sunday afternoon

Nearly mid-winter

Yet unseasonably warm

(For now at least)

And now is what matters now

The sky is clear

The air is crisp and clean

And the horizon vision's boundary

I don't know what's behind me

And don't much care

But as I look west

And then to the north

The sky is full of geese

Tens of thousands of geese

In hundreds of free-flowing formations

As far as my eye can see

Flocks so huge that they darken the sky

Even at what I perceive to be ten miles

And I am in awe and speechless

A stunned spectator in a choice box seat

Unticketed gate-crasher

Digging the show

At the premiere event of the day

There are days I wonder, "Why Kansas?"

This is not one of those days.

For today flatlands open endless skies

Full of flawless flying formations

Far out!

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Now, do yourself a favor and go to www.flightpathcoaching.com/NewFeb2006/WhyGeese.pdf

and read "Why Geeses Fly Further Than Eagles" by Bob Stromberg. One of my favorite pieces that I come back to regularly. You know that I came home and looked it up again on this day... to be sure! Enjoy life and all that's in it! Griz

Traveling Near the Speed of Light

Traveling near the speed of light
Is life at a different pace.
And we, mere huddling molecules
Are lost in halls of space.
Cast adrift in timeless seas,
A world so time-consumed
Cannot overestimate
The importance we've assumed.
Oh man, thou fair and chosen one
To have dominion over all
Traveling near the speed of light
You look a trifle small.
And if you have the answers,
Just how tough can the questions be?
Speak to me, oh little man
From your rowboat lost at sea.
Speak to me of destiny,
Of good and truth, and right...
Speak, but no one hears you,
Traveling near the speed of light.
For you are but a tiny voice
Amidst the teeming throng,
That from some small corner of the universe
Lifts its muted song.
Anf if, by grim determination,
You should end this human race,
Rest assured that Cosmos will continue at its chosen pace.
And despite your high opinion
Of your importance to the flow...
Traveling near the speed of light,
Only God will see you go.

daleach