 Through dawn's amber sky Honking as they fly, Hundreds wing over me As far as I can see. From horizon to skyline afar Majestic wild geese they are, Regally in flight they wing, Pearls in an endless string. Wild ones, too many to tally Winging over hills and valley, Tirelessly flying south Fleeing winter's icy mouth. In a southerly direction Seeking sun's protection Relentless they fly on Through November's dawn Beautiful they are to see Chattering noisily over me As if they understood I would join them if I could. I long to fly with them, Act upon my whim, I'd soar to heavens on high Taking my place in the sky. We would wing off together Toward sunshiny weather, What joy the dream brings, If I were a goose till spring. ©Author: Kenneth Ellison 11-11-05 Guestbook Email Ken To send this page to someone |