Poem: “Something Told the Wild Geese” by Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese 

It was time to go. 

hough the fields lay golden 

Something whispered, -- ‘Snow.’ 

Leaves were green and stirring, 

Berries, lustre-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.