Migration Poem by Phil Soar

They flew 'V' shaped formation from the place they spent the summer
To seek their solace elsewhere, led by a bird named Dummer
The trip would be 3,000 miles, no stopping on the way
They held on to their flight plan, as the wind began to sway
For many days they soured through many different types of sky
Through cold and warm, and wind and rain, and not one questioned why
They took their turns as leader, and reduced the speed at times
The earth below them stretched away, for many many miles
Along the way some stragglers would be lost to natures cause
No time for all the others to relax, or even pause
For all the birds that make this trip, it has to be successful
Some will fail to make it, and for those it is distressful
In all, it's just remarkable, they've done this trip for years
No time to think of failure, No time to think of fears
An epic trip so wonderful, to keep themselves alive
A trip of such importance, a trip they must survive