 | Grass sparkles crystal
with morning's fresh dewdrops.
Be silent and listen
for God's passing by.
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Yes, he saw God in nature. Some people would consider Andy a sissy for writing such things, but his family thought it was nice.
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He remembered the first-place poem for which the teacher gave him the Barlow pocket knife. The title was "Winged Flight."
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Although the idea for the poem had come to him several years ago, Andy remembered it well. One night a large harvest moon was riding in the sky, and the weather had turned cold. On his way from the barn to the house, he heard and saw a flock of Canada geese. It inspired Andy to write the following:
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| | WINGED FLIGHT
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| | Wild geese are winging, their way they are winging,
Far to the south where warm breezes blow.
A message they bring, to me they are bringing,
"Summer is over. We sense traces of snow."
"Hurry," they call, to each other, there's calling,
Honking their way through the darkening sky,
"Hurry, oh, hurry, ere snowflakes start falling,"
Shadow silhouettes 'gainst the moon as they fly.
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| | Fly then my friends, fly in V-shape formation
Out of my sight till I see you no more.
But one, yes, the One who made all creation
Will bid you return when winter is o'er.
So I'll dream, yes, I'll dream by my warm blazing fire,
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