Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field 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.
I love that song and I always feel a tug in my heart when a flock of geese fly over. I want to follow them!
Gee, I only know it as a poem that I read to my students. I’m going to go a-googling for it. Thanks for the tip!
The Von Trapp children sang it on their 2003 Christmas CD.
Beautiful photos and poem to go with them.
I’m glad you liked it. It’s a favorite of mine.
Thanks for those kind words!
Wow! Beautiful!
Thank you Elvira!
You are welcome, Julie.
Beautiful, beautiful poem! And your pictures capture it so well. Love the haunting cry of geese as the fly in formation. Always gives me the shivers.
I used to read this poem to my students, and it would sometimes make me tear up….
Very nice, Julie. Also all your photos. 🙂