Across a dark autumnal sky I saw a flock of wild geese fly, and ever as they flew I heard this message passed from bird to bird. Honk to the one before us, breaking the storm-wind's edge, Honk to the strong outrider, leading the flight of the wedge. Say 'we will share your burden', say 'we will follow you', not with a quack, not with a cluck, certainly not with a 'best of luck'; Honk is the word , Honk like the bird, Honk as we follow our leader. If only humans were as wise, they, too, would fill the lonely skies with tender sounds of such support, instead of the more usual snort. Honk to the one beside us, faithful to journey's end, Honk to the good companion, flock-mate and true feathered friend. say 'we will share your burden;, say 'we will cherish you', not with a coo, not with a caw, certainly not with a hiss, or a roar; Honk is the word , Honk like the bird, Honk as we follow our leader. Let's learn new languages of love from all of life, below, above; from whale and elephant and moose, but best of all the humble goose. Honk to the one behind us, straining to match our flight. honk to the weak'ning straggler, feeling the chill of night. Say 'we will share your burden', say 'we will stay with you', and not with a bark, not with a purr, certainly not with an 'um', or 'er'; Honk is the word , Honk like the bird, Honk as we follow our leader.