— Lawrence T Hollist
Although I am absolutely without training in the exact sciences, I often seem to have more in common with mathematicians than with my fellow-artists.
– M.C. Escher
Leads his gaggle north past
Past the town where the Escher family lives
Past the river next to the town
Past the orange, yellow, and red tulips
Past the smells of freshly plowed earth
Past the farmers in the fields.
Preparing for spring planting.
The days grow longer
Springs transforms into summer
Summer flies by
Then summer transforms into fall
As the nights grow long once again.
With the last of the hay cut and stored away
A Gaggle flies past
Past the farmers chopping corn for silage
Past the smell of the dying and decomposing leaves
Past the red the yellows the oranges of the fall foliage
Past the river next to the town,
The town where the Hollist family lives.
Being led south
By Taylor the gander.