My trip to work is boring, as monotinous as can be
The same old roads, the same old scenes aren't wonderful to me
When all at once how special it becomes in a secluded section of my route
I pull right over to watch and listen, over far enough so other cars don't toot
And there they are, resting together and feeding on the icy river so cold
Our neighbors, our friends, always around from our ancestors time of old
The Geese, oh what a magnificient sight, as hundreds of them mass and call to me
"Oh stop awhile, don't you dare go past, we are all part of nature's family
As I watch their lovely routines, so domineering but yet so full of grace
It gives me a calm, secreative and knowing smile upon my face
