now the geese are gathering
from fields all around;
they’re all wound up and blathering–
it’s quite an awful sound,
but soon they will be traveling,
no longer to be found,
for summer is unraveling–
it’s off to southern ground!
–photo by me
southbound
michaeljordahl 
Wow! Cross rhyme throughout the poem… it’s a great, descriptive one!
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Thank you, I worry about rhyming too much sometimes.
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But it works really well 🙂
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Blathering! Perfect word for the geese honking!
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Hee hee, thank you very much!
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Beautiful one Michael
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Thank you, Kajal!
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