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, winter, winter in their cry
It's about wild geese migrating from the comming winter. It's about how they know when to fly south.
This isn't a question
Each wild breast shiffened At remmerber ice
wild geese makes a hissing sound
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The chorus of the song 'Wild Child' by Enya is "What a day, What a day to take to, What a way, what a way to make it through, What a day, what a day to take to a wild child." You can get the full lyrics to this song online at the Metro Lyrics website.
Wild One on Love/War/Solar System by Michael Ketterer
I think you might mean the lyrics " who's gonna ride the wild horses " but that is from the band " U2 ".
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Both depict the beauty of nature at the same time of year.
The theme of "Something Told the Wild Geese" is the natural cycle of migration and the instinctual call of the wild. The poem explores the idea of heeding one's inner voice and following one's true path, much like the geese do when they take flight.
"Something Told the Wild Geese" is a free verse poem written by Rachel Field. It conveys a sense of naturalistic beauty and the importance of heeding one's inner call to return to a simpler way of living, connecting with nature, and finding peace. The poem's imagery and themes evoke a contemplative mood that resonates with readers seeking solace and connection with the natural world.
SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESESomething told the wild geeseIt was time to go.Though the field lay goldenSomething whispered "Snow".Leaves were green and stirring,Berries, lustre-glossed,But beneath warm feathersSomething cautioned "Frost".All the sagging orchardsSteamed with amber spice,But each wild breast stiffenedAt remembered ice.Something told the wild geeseIt was time to fly -Summer sun was on their wings,Winter in their cry.Author: Rachel Field
The Wild Geese was created in 1978.
Wild Geese - novel - was created in 1925.
Wild Geese Classic ended in 1993.
Wild Geese Classic was created in 1991.
Wild Geese GAA was created in 1888.
Wild Geese Calling was created in 1941.