something told the wild geese

I had to tease my school teaching friends about my activities this week. They are sitting in a warm auditorium, listening to the motivational speaker of the year and I am sitting in my hammock chair, feeling groovy. My big accomplishments for the week so far are also pictured; coffee drinking on the porch, reading, tending the little library, and watching the geese fly over the meadows and fields.

Yesterday morning, when we walked you could smell autumn in the air. And then we saw the beautiful geese.

I have had two blissful nights of sleep. Pathetic when you have to brag about sleeping, I know.

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.