Goose Stepping
I'm falling too far behind,
Out of breath and flying blind.
Heavy fog, it's hard to see,
But know the flock's in front of me.
Just striving to do my best,
Gotta catch up with the rest
So surprised I've flown this far,
Now up ahead, there they are!
Landing on a Chrystal lake,
Feel my mind and body ache.
Safe ashore and now we're prepping,
For waddling and goose-stepping.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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