Classic Poem
Something Told the Wild Geese
by Rachael 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 But something cautioned,
"frost." All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spices 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.
The Oxford Book of American Children's Poems,Ed Donald Hall
New York: Oxford University Press. 1999
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Contemporary
The Return
Barbara Juster Esbensen
Bound with silence,
Chained with ice,
Frozen, muffled,deep,
The world begins
To move again,
Stirring from its sleep.
The tip-tap-tup
Of icicles
Awakes the melting night.
And from the sky
A wedge of cty:
Returning geese in Flight.
Swing Around the Sun. Minneapolis:
Carolrhoda Books.2003
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