We are the creatures of the Wing.

We are free but bound to Nature.

We are gathered as a flock.

We are ready to journey, South.

We are driven to reach, to fly –

as a huge V in the sky.

The day has dawned clear and bright,

let us begin.

Let us fly.

 

Let our leader set the time.

The sun has pinked the eastern sky.

Soon we feel our wings in lift.

The first migration for our young.

Teach them well, to fly and rest

Let the leader set the pace.

Let the elders set the wing.

Soon you will know the song,

On the wing, on the wind.

We are the creatures of the Wing.

 
 
David Garlick, Sidney, October, 2009