Poem: The Cry of Wild Geese

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The Cry of Wild Geese

Dusk approaches.
The wild geese cry out.
Are they mourning their northern homes?
It it excitement for summer lodgings, so many miles ahead?
The goose version of “Are we there yet?”.

About this poem

Sometimes you just have fun with it .

The picture was taken nearby my home in Vermont.

Tom

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