Little Town In South Dakota

It was mid-October, several years ago In some little town in South Dakota, can't remember the name An hour before sun down, still some day light I was filling the truck with fuel, getting ready to go All of a sudden, the sky turned black as they came Must have been a lake near by as the started their flight I was hauling a load of horses back east somewhere Never saw any Canadian Geese that close before They were like fighter jets getting ready for their flight that night I just stood there looking with a dumb stare Starting forming a big circle, seemed like more and more I knew that they were getting ready for their way out of sight An old farmer told me, "They have been at the lake since yesterday" "Resting up for the next leg of their southerly migration" And now they were starting to form a perfect V The leader was honking the loudest, as they made their way So primitive, yet so precise, their natural navigation To me it was a great sight to see Who knows, maybe they would spend the winter in Old Mexico Whatever Canadian Geese do when not in snow and ice I got back in the truck and headed for North Dakota The sight of those geese stayed with me that night until I hit Fargo What a wonderful sight, that sure was nice I am glad that I stopped in that little town in South Dakota