The sounds of the wings of migration reverberate in my mind
memories of travel, north and south and back again
seasons turn in rotation until the earth renews and germinates another life
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the egg, the chick, the fledgling, the flight
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Various Gulls at Pescadera State Beach, CA
always seeking direction
following food and the wind and the rhythm
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As I see the migrations come and go
there is a new feather and a wing to follow
a fresh song to be heard in my soul
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Ring-necked Duck on stop over in San Francisco
oh the migration of the birds
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along the coastal areas,
  into the marsh and by the lake sides
on the tree tops and through grassy lands
  to find their winter domicile
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As they dive and dabble in the bay lands
  the flapping of their wings,
the merger of the species
the laughter of the Brandt
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all bring the sign of the changing of the seasons
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theirs is the hymnody of ages nearly forgotten
and patterns that weave the web and dust the earth!