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Do you ever wish you could just take off somewhere?

Follow That Flock

by RodG

In fall when geese take flight above my fields and vee across the sky, I have the vagrant's wistful urge to wander with them way up high. I hear their call, "Hey, Farmer Friend! We're flying south o'er Delaware, Virginia, Georgia, Florida. The Everglades. We'll meet you there!" Though corn's been reaped and silo's full, adventuring is make-believe, for I am yoked to farming chores. I've livestock, too, I cannot leave. Regretting choice made long ago, I watch them vanish with the sun. Decades too late I realize I'll never travel, share their fun.

Writing Prompt Please write a rhyming poem on any subject, three to five stanzas, rhyme at least every other line.

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