Wing Flapping On the Lake
Wing flapping on the lake,
geese everywhere you look,
flapping their wings for
all to see.
More geese joining in,
coming down for a fine landing
from the sky to out do one another,
wing flapping, oh what a site.
Cleaning them self in the
clear cold water, then
drying off those beautiful
wings, flapping in air
so loud they are.
In comes one flock of geese,
and there goes another up into
the sky so high, such a buzz
those wings make as they fly
over my head.
Fall days like these are
nice to have such a joy
to watch these fine feathered
friends here at Crown Hill Park.
wrote 11-19-07 at Crown Hill Park
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