Lunchtime Poetry/Poetry/Writing Lunchtime Poetry Posted on January 30, 2015 / 0 Comment Geese tread icy waters. They don’t shiver, But I think they’re cold. Their little brains cannot plumb Man’s artifice. But neither can Man. Hey there, cold Goose. I hope Spring comes soon. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading... Lunchtime Poetry, Poetry