by Michael Romani
It’s coming to be that time again
The night air grows cooler and thin
As leaves of Autumn change again
I find my memories rolling in
Each fall it had become a tradition
Each photograph a new rendition
The Sandhill Cranes migrate through
And I am lost in memories spent with you
Taking our girls to see the migration
Hoping it might inspire their imaginations
We watched 10,000 of these birds in flight
As they came in to nest each twilight
It was going be a routine of our family –
This Sandhill Crane sense of sentimentality
Sandhill Cranes mate forever so they say
You and I, I guess we found another way
It makes me smile that they love it so
As these days roll in and they ask to go
And though you and I couldn’t get it right
I see that we got at least one thing right
The drive there is always a bit too far
But soon we settle into a roaming conversation
Finding our journey as worthy as the destination
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