Blessed are the swans and geese
For through their strong feathers,
Time poured ink on history
Words of love and documents of war
From those stem-like hollow shafts
Spill across the pages for statesmen and bards
Scribes and scientists
Through the strokes of this device
Devise great tomes on manuscripts
Crows, owls, eagles and turkeys
I may not craft opuses with your plumes
But I eulogize your sacrifice from my pad of keys.
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