A Regal Vision
At the sound of the beat of wings,
The sky with power was filled.
Geese on their long journey southwards,
In ‘V’ formation drilled.
A sight, as their amazing cries,
Floated across the blue.
Each bird knowing its position,
As the great flock onwards flew.
All such fascinating creatures,
Special, every one.
What a regal vision they offer,
Flying towards the sun.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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