Wild Geese
by Helen George

Today I was treated to an awesome sight,
A flock of wild geese passing over in flight,
They fly while emitting a honking sound,
I watch as they move off, homeward bound.

The traditional vee formation holds sway,
With the strongest of them leading the way,
They'll travel miles before stopping to rest,
With food and shelter their overall quest.

At home in the north, the gander and his goose,
Guard their goslings at the sight of their roost,
Protect them from harm until they have grown
Self-reliant and strong, able to fend on their own.

Winter emerges and the weather grows cold,
Then an ages-old instinct begins to unfold,
The time for migration is felt deep within,
And the great trek southward slowly begins.