All Comments on 'The Wild Goose'

I can imagine this as a beautiful painting.

I haven't the words. It's beautiful.

I was going to stop reading because of the cliche image of stars like diamonds. But I continued and found a beautiful poem.

I felt the cold. And the longing. Great writing.

True love gone bad for some negative reason.

A last mournful cry from the wild goose for you, beautiful. You will be so very missed.

Peace to you, dear Colly.

Mourning our loss, I went your submissions page. Odd that I would pick this poem.

For us, you are the Wild Goose.

Jenny