Here's my latest. Congratulations 🎉 hitting 12,000 + 4. Sure hope you like it. It started with honks in a corner of space, A goose here, a joke there, no real steady pace. No roadmap, no blueprint, no polished debut, Just people showing up saying, “I’m staying, you too?” Then someone went wild, said, “Forget what you’ve seen,” Pulled up with a bus like a chaos machine. Not just any ride, not some quiet old tool, Nah, Goose bought a bus for the whole dang Skool. Now twelve thousand deep and there’s no slowing down, Got feathers in cities, in skies, in each town. From posts to the comments, from laughs to the cries, It’s a flock that don’t fake it, it lives, breathes, and flies. They boarded that bus with no tickets in hand, No “wait your turn,” no “you’ll never understand.” Just hop on, hold tight, yeah it rattles a bit, But that’s what you get when it actually fits. And somewhere between all the noise and the fun, Between late night posts and things half undone, You realize quick, yeah something feels right, Like you found your people, mid-scroll, late at night. So here’s to the bus that shouldn’t exist, That somehow got built and somehow got this, Twelve thousand voices, unfiltered and free, Not asking for perfect, just “come be you, be.” And maybe you ride, Or maybe you roam, But if you know where the real ones call home, Where words still hit deep and the quiet gets loud, You’ve seen that same spark, in another kind of crowd. Not shouted. Not sold. Not dressed up for show. Just a place you can feel, if you already know. Jason Strickland The Art of Poetry Community Congratulations 🎉 Goose that huge LET'S GO