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THE GEESE ARE GOING HOME
White feathered skies
As I glance up and see the flock
Bright sun is hidden momentarily
And they realise summer has been its best
Broad wings span in unison and
The sound is alarming
As they begin their trail along the drift
Incessant gaggling:
They talk to the other,
One at the spear point
Heading his friends to
Different climes
The Mere had given them residence
For the warm months and now
Canada calls home
Journeying through landscapes some futile
Some picturesque
They will spend days
Winging resplendently
Farewell beautiful creatures
Same time next year………
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