Traffic Patterns

Traffic Patterns

A Poem by Marie Harrison
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A poem about patterns of fall.

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Traffic Patterns

Canadian geese flocks fly over

Waving as if saying goodbye,

Honking their horns loudly too,

Making their routine journey home.

Winter will be here soon!

 

 

© 2010 Marie Harrison


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I think this was lovely. Good job. I loved the imagery. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great work. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is really good, very creative.

Posted 14 Years Ago


thats how feel I need to fly south. lol, nice work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Haha love this! Great job (:

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like this, its cute, never thought of geese flying through the sky as traffic patterns, but I can see how they would be. Delightful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Only thing I'd fix is 'their routine journey home,' because if they're making their way south then that means they're leaving home (hence the name Canadian geese ;)). Nice analogy regardless!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I just love it when geese fly over in their V formation and I can hear their cries as they do. Fall is coming or is it spring? Love this!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love this poem. The images are like watching a homecoming parade.

Posted 14 Years Ago


they are making their stop here already too ~

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on October 4, 2010
Last Updated on October 5, 2010
Tags: Fall, Migration, Winter, Changing of Seasons, Weather Pattersm Nature

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Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA



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