I’m so much at home in the high mountain peaks,
Where the warblers and chickadees sing,
With a clear dancing stream and tall aspen trees,
And wild geese on the wing.
I’m drawn to the rivers that sparkle and shine,
Where herons catch fish with a fling,
A colorful sunset to light up the sky,
And wild geese on the wing.
I long for the prairie and buffalo grass,
And the feeling of freedom they bring,
The sweet smell of sagebrush that blows on the breeze,
And wild geese on the wing.
I fancy the woodlands where cottonwoods grow,
With the mosses and lichens that cling,
A cool breeze that whispers of soft summer nights,
And wild geese on the wing.
Through mountains and rivers and woodlands they fly,
So much of a beautiful thing,
Graceful and elegant, onward they course,
Wild geese on the wing.
© 2015 Vicki Correia
