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The sun makes dust on the highways;
    The wind pokes fun at the geese;
With feathers blown all sideways,
    In walking they find no ease.

Let them spread wings, in it rushes,
    As though to bulge out a sail;
Away they’re blown, on the bushes
    To wreck like yawls in a gale.


MLA citation:

Moore, T. Sturge. “Gust-Disgusted Geese.” The Dial, vol. 2, 1892, p. 16. Dial Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2018-2020. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019.