Some Geese Flew by Today

Some geese flew by today
Heading off on their migrational way.

A storm blew and the fir trees shook
I paused to take a wondering look.
Without a doubt Autumn was here
But what I saw gave me a twinge of fear.

The wind it blew so very strong
It seemed their flight path had gone wrong
That flock of geese they blew off course
Their honks of dismay even sounded hoarse

To the East they blew in a broken vee
And then no forward progress at all could I see
The distant flock fell apart all together
They could not withstand the horrible weather.

And my stomach, it had started to churn
They have only so much energy to burn
One big storm can destroy them all
Was that to be the case this Fall?

I watched and hoped and looked away
I couldn’t face more of Nature’s display
Nature is my greatest thrill
But I have always known that it could chill.

Some geese flew overhead today
And their struggle, it filled me with dismay.

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