by Donna Rideout
The geese have been absent throughout the summer,
Charged with the occupation of bringing up goslings
Awaiting the arrival of their flight feathers
So that they could be taught to fly in formation
And prepare for travelling south with all of their family
Each fellow traveler honks excitedly, encouraging the rest.
Now the skies fill with their V shaped drill teams,
Practicing daily for their long flight to come.
When they leave, the skies will be lonely once more
Until spring brings them back, to start
The whole process over again.