Where do the geese go
when they leave for the winter?
Are they journeying home,
or are they going away?
If you stopped to ask them,
I wonder what they would say.
Do they enjoy the trip,
the chance to soar?
I wonder how they came to wander,
what made that first goose take to the skies
in search of warmer shores.
To us their gathering and flocking
is just another marker of time.
A signal of cold winds
and grey skies.
But to them it might be
the greatest journey of their lives.
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