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To and Fro


John Henderson used to gaze in wonder at wild geese
as they headed south over the Carse of Stirling while he was
helping gather in bales of 'Timothy Hay' in the 1970s at Brig o' Frew Farm,
Kippen. Thus he composed these nostalgic lyrics on 19th December, 2006
to Galen Wilkes, 1983 tune for the song, 'Creeks of Missouri'.

Flapping they soar,
Glide then soar more.
Form a 'V' and slipstream by the score. ....

Wild geese in full flight,
Swoop-far left then right,
Southward to their warmer wint'ring site.

Signs of Jack Frost,
Warned of the cost,
If they lingered longer in the North. ....

Wild geese soon took wing,
To flee Winter's sting,
And gain food and shelter until Spring.

People far below them raised their wond'ring eyes.
And all gazed in awe above at flocks who graced their skies.
They heard geese 'ka-lunk', "Don't dare stall, all for one, one for all
In tight formation we'll arrow on, escape the Fall,
As we respond to our wise leader's knowing call."

"Onwards, his scream,
No time to dream,
Of past summer's hatch by lake and stream." ....

Farmers tending soil,
Praying as they toiled,
That these geese won't land to feed and spoil.

Sweet spilled corn, oats, and wholesome soyabean,
Are what flocks hope will again soon be found ....
At the feeding places known as journey's end
For this and each year's wint'ring round. ....

Sweet spilled corn, oats, and wholesome soyabean,
Were again to be found where our hungry birds did glean
In that fine haven, ... the best most ever had seen.

They would rest and daily eat-up their fill,
To build-up the strength that Springtime would demand
For the long flight back to far northern climes,
And their favoured breeding land.....

Yes, resting well and daily eating-up their fill,
Brought the energy the journey did demand
As they flew straight back to far northern climes,
And their favoured breeding land.

People far below again raised up their curious eyes
To gaze in awe and in wonder
Once more at these birds up in clear blue skies.
They heard geese 'ka-lunk', "Don't dare stall,
All for one, one for us all,
In formation, be you big or be you small."

People far below again raised up their curious eyes
To gaze in awe and in wonder
Once more at these birds up in clear blue skies.
They heard geese 'ka-lunk', "Don't dare stall,
All for one, one for us all,
In tight formation, be you big or be you small."

Downward they glide,
Still side by side.
Screams of joy are heard from far and wide.
Now's the time to seed;
Then to nest and feed.
Goslings, goose and gander ... bless-ed breed!


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