The Sighting
Looking up into the pristine blue,
With cumules egg-shell white,
A liberating vision,
Geese in their yearly flight.
In their V shap formation,
Necks outstretched to the wind,
Each similar in size and color,
Unable to tell gander from hen.
Their honking vibrations,
Alerted others to upward seek,
For it is a privilege,
To sight the Canadian geese.
Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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