In the hills all lush and green.
Each day I see the geese fly east
To a place I have not seen.
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!
I have often wondered why it is,
The geese do this every day
Then I remember its that time of year,
Soon theyll be gone and on their way.
Eric Valentine Sept 12/03 ©