A Goodbye Hymn
High overhead the wild geese fly
their honking fades into the air,
a threnody, a sad goodbye
to lakes and ponds that don’t reply,
mallards and coots no longer there.
High overhead the wild geese fly
away from cold wind’s chilling sigh.
They sing a chorus of despair
a threnody, a sad goodbye.
I wave my arms, somehow I try
to call them back, but unaware,
high overhead the wild geese fly.
They call each other, pair to pair,
a melody exquisite, rare,
a threnody, a sad goodbye.
I’ll miss them, strutting smartly by –
their songs like penitential prayer,
as overhead the wild geese fly,
a threnody, a sad goodbye
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