To Watch The Wild Geese Poem by Charles WOO

The wild geese chase the warm sun from north to the south.
Beside the autumn moon, they fly with song in each mouth.
The bird soldiers conquer the sky and line up in good order.
At the sandy fields of the marsh where reeds grow, they gather.
Down from dusk clouds, they sleep at land surrounded by water.
At dawn, the journey starts again higher and farther.
They migrate to foreign place just to avoid the cold weather.
Wise persons do the same to make their living better.

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