As
a wanderer, I gaze upon their flight
Sailing
in the skies, they float and fight
Birds
they aren’t just, travelers they are
Clap
we do, when we see their formation
Sing
they do, like a morning’s ovation
And
migration moves them place to place
Winters
in the south, westward for peace
*Dedicated to all those who travel in search of opportunity and make their own fortune.
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