Treasure Island

Joseph T. Renaldi

(Frackville, Pennsylvania)

Flight Of The Geese


The geese are flying south and soaring high
In a precise formation in the autumn sky.
Stop, look, and listen as the day begins,
Hear the honk of the geese in the rising winds.

The geese proclaim Nature's ardent esteem,
And emerge from their home, a lake or stream.
They fill one's eyes with beauty and awe,
A memorable exhibition that is pleasing to all.

The geese are on an instinctive, yearly flight.
They prepare and group together by day or night.
We do not ask questions because we know why
Their intended purpose is noted as they fly by.

Nature does not issue an order or command
The migration of the geese throughout the land.
Be cognizant of this event with a worthy thought,
Their flight south, a winter message they brought.

Submitted: Friday, July 17, 2009

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