There is no traffic jam in the sky

when you spread your wings and fly

south along a boundless,

trackless pathway. 

In undulating V-formation

unerringly you cross the nation,

wings waving to people far below.

Day after day, 

like a precision drill team,

sun catching your feathers’ gleam,

in and out you weave and waver;

but never stray. 

Your hoarse honking, its purpose clear,

although strident to our ear,

conveys to the flock aloft;

there’s no delay. 

Guided along by an unseen force,

you  follow an instinctive course,

and make us beneficiaries

 

 

 

 

 

Belle Schmidt is also the author of:

 

 

 

 

1. Landing on Ice
2. Land of Living Skies