Formation

Ahead of us
And glorying in
The Autumnal glow
Stark clouds mixed above
Patchwork auburn and gold
Below
They would shift
And the vee transformed
Leaders in relay
And a new wedge born
Their honks gently
Delivered in the breeze
As we drove the backroad
For thrills like these.
Sparkling corn
For the blade awaits
Pumpkins in place
At the lanes and gates
Blanketed steeds
Feel the morning warm
Bulky hooved beef
Grazing free from harm.
And the geese circle
By some magic command
Necks stretching
Wings whistling
O'er a matchless land.

And we give thanks.

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