Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field
Author: Submitted by Don Hettinger
Something Told the Wild Geese
by Rachel Field
Submitted by Don Hettinger
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, "snow."
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, "frost."
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
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Image 1 Caption: Rachel Field (1894 - 1942) was a novelist, children's book author, playwright, and poet. Born in New York City, she was the first woman to win the Newbery Award for outstanding children's fiction.
