The geese flew northward home,
as the rains came down and quenched the ground,
and the winds bemoaned a lullaby.
The trees bowed down their lofty tops,
and the sunburned leaves fandango farewell,
as the geese flew northward home.
The rivers rushed down to greet them,
and the curlews cried and cheered them on,
as the geese flew northward home.
Ticker tape leaves lay out a parade,
with a carpet of clouds to hasten their way,
as the geese flew northward home.
They squadroned a skein of formations,
and the currents caressed their wings,
The brown and black Peaks, to match their beaks,
as they flew northwards home.
© Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2015
Picture credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/460985711831792188/
