Wild Geese on the Wing

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 gees on the wing.

 

I long for the prairie and buffalo grass,

And the feeling of freedom it brings, 

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.