I LOOKED SKYWARD TODAY;
A HAUNTING SOUND DREW ME.
NOT SO VERY HIGH UP,
I SPOTTED A FLYING VEE.
CANADIAN GEESE AWINGING;
THEIR WILD HONKING LOUD.
ALL FLYING IN FORMATION;
EACH ECHOING THEIR SOUND.
MIGRATORY INSTINCT CALLING;
WINTER HOME IN THE SOUTH.
ZIG-ZAGGING HERE AND THERE;
GATHERING, BY WORD OF MOUTH.
THEY MADE ME FEEL LONELY;
I FELT A STRANGE SADNESS.
AN ACHING DEEP INSIDE ME;
A FEELING I CAN’T EXPRESS.
I WANTED TO GO WITH THEM;
TO BE WILD AND FREE.
FLYING GRACEFULLY OVER THE EARTH;
HEADING SOUTH, TOWARDS THE SEA.
THEIR HAUNTING HONKS HELD ME;
I STOOD ROOTED TO THE SPOT.
SLOWLY, THEY FLEW FROM SIGHT,
TILL THEY WERE JUST A DOT.
1995 BY WAYNE J. WAGAR
