Migration

Fall migration.

Migration

In frosted air they form in flight
Southern waters in their sight
It's time to go, hear them cry
Gather together - time to fly
Honking loud among the reeds
Into flight one takes the lead
Winging high in V-formation
Fly nonstop across the nation
In glowing path of harvest moon
The flock will reach home soon
Day and night I hear them call
My heart, my ears tell me it's fall.










9/27/05