Poem -
Squawk
You hear them first,
Be it day or night,
That squark we all know so well,
Flying south in formation,
But wait ....... why are some flying the other way?,
Where are they going?,
Are they lost or confused?,
I'm sure they will sort themselves out.
Yet more squarking,
It's a sound I hate at this time of the year,
For when geese fly south,
Winter is to near,
The cold the rain the snow,Â
And i prey for summer.
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Comments
To be honest, I'd take the cold weather over the 4 consecutive days of 40 degrees every few weeks over here ever year... you can always get warm, but getting cool is much much harder. Love your work as always. Peace and smiles. TFOTSÂ
I prefer the heat to the cold. The heat eases my arthritis the cold sets it of big time. Plus hot and sunny means spending my time outdoors x thank you for the compliment to my work. X