The Garden Gnomes are writing Fall Acrostics today
MIGRATION
Maybe someday
I will understand the mystery of the
Great migration – when
Raptors and geese
And swallows heed some ancient
Tocsin to leave behind the Northern autumn
In search of warmer rays in the South
One day maybe I will follow them
Never to return
rhymeswithbug 
Tocsin is such a great word, and hinge for this poem. Also the yearning in the last line. Great stuff. Thanks
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Gorgeous piece!
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