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| The Geese by © billybird_nj Now southward bound, the geese did fly, beneath a cloudy, leaden sky. The sound of their honking filled the air. Wish on wish that I was there. The expansive Vee - all aligned, onward ever seeking to find, the place they'll settle for the night - to be out of harm - out of sight. Soon they will reach their destined goal, following secrets - yet untold. Now the cycle has come around, decending earthward to the ground. I've yet to find the reason why; the where and when the geese do fly. But contend myself with the sight, of their passing - morning and night. William T. Greenacre (c) WTG 2001 |