Poetry I Know Where This Goes August 10, 2016 A scrap of spruce bark exactly like a puzzle piece. Two rounded edges and a scoop. I know where this goes. A line of geese. A burst of wind, fanning the surface of the bay. I Know Where This Goes was last modified: July 31st, 2016 by deaconcanderson naturepoetry 0 Facebook Twitter Google + Pinterest previous post Going Fishing next post The Feast of St. Lawrence You may also like A poem I love by Kaylin Haught May 31, 2017 On Some Lines from St. Augustine February 9, 2017 Assume Everything April 26, 2019 An Oregon Spirituality April 4, 2016 A Story in the Desert December 13, 2016 Malta May 18, 2017 A Poem by Maya Angelou February 21, 2017 Uncle Wally is Tossed on the Waves August 2, 2017 Mr. B June 22, 2018 Uncle Wally Blesses a Dead Man September 27, 2017
