
A Flock of geese taking a stroll in St James Park
TO CANADA GEESE
By Belle Schmidt
By Belle Schmidt
There is no traffic jam in the sky
when you spread your wings and fly
south along a boundless,
trackless pathway.
In undulating V-formation
unerringly you cross the nation,
wings waving to people far below.
Day after day,
like a precision drill team,
sun catching your feathers’ gleam,
in and out you weave and waver;
but never stray.
Your hoarse honking, its purpose clear,
although strident to our ear,
conveys to the flock aloft;
there’s no delay.
Guided along by an unseen force,
you follow an instinctive course,
and make us beneficiaries
of this wondrous display.
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