The geese took over,
It must be spring.
Time to take flight,
Stretch their wings.
Onward! They honk
As they press forward each day.
In our city pond they rest,
Taking time to play.
By tomorrow they'll be gone,
Heading northward again.
Forming V's overhead,
To reach their journey's end.
How's that for a poem?
Yeah, I know.
I'm not the greatest poet,
but I couldn't think of a fun way to comment on these pictures.
Enjoy!
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