A Flock Of Geese
He was one of many in the flock
And identical to his brother
With the business at hand to fly away
In a V with each other
They traveled each and every day
Much the same and fatiguing
Stay the course each proclaimed
And travel south believing
The lead goose was responsible
For the flight he led
With those getting lost
Demoted to flanks instead
And with a majority opinion
The flock agrees to land
With sunshine and clear blue skies
Welcoming them home again
Whether a grain field or a lake
They settle in for winter
Knowing that come spring
They’ll fly back if they remember