Migrating Geese

Living out here in the country

In the hills all lush and green.

Each day I see the geese fly east

To a place I have not seen.

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In the evening as the sun sets,

I hear that haunting honking cry

Heading west, to where they know best

And in passing they say - Hi!

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I have often wondered why it is,

The geese do this every day

Then I remember it’s that time of year,

Soon they’ll be gone and on their way.

Eric Valentine Sept 12/03 ©