Fall

My 4th grade teacher, Gail Cruse, taught me this poem. I’ll never forget it. 🙂 Something Told the Wild Geese

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 beast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly,— Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry. —RACHEL FIELD