Poem 12 - Something Told the Wild Geese

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Something Told the Wild Geese – 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 chest stiffened
At remembered ice. 

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

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Something Told the Tulip Landen Weathers

Something told the tulip
It was time to grow,
It could have been
The cold melted snow.

Fall was when they're planted,
Just before the frost,
Beneath the cold hard ground,
Starting their life off.

Mice can be a problem,
if they're not deterred,
Gardeners use gravel,
So they don't get stirred.

Something told the tulip
It was time to grow,
Though their colors amazing,
All because of snow.

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Wild geese by Kylie Bruckert

Wild geese with golden feathers
fly with sagging wings from Winter,
to Summertime amber sun.

The geese go away from snow
and frost,ice and Winter.
Chests stiff, they fly, luster-glossed
berry orchards steaming.

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Golden geese-Mia Talllaksen

The wild geese flew across the field. With golden feathers. Past the sagging orchards, that smelled of amber spice.

There chest as stiff as ice. At remembered snow. The spread there wings to miss the the frost. As they leave the winter, frost, snow, and ice.

They start to fly they will miss the green leaves and luster-glossed berries.
but will be back next summer.

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Something told the wild roach-DAVID HERNANDEZ
something told the wild roach it was time to die
although it was peaceul somthing told the wild roach it was time to fry

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The snow geese-Ayva

I heard someone in my head

whisper lets go when i went outside somthing whisperd snow

green leaves stirred,berries

that where glossed but under

cautioned frost

all the spices stirred

at once.but all the wild

chest stiddend with ice.

somthing told the wild

geese lets go fly.

beaming sun on their wings

winter in their cry.

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Lazy Geese by Logan Cestare
Stirring leaves on lazy geese
who were sagging in the sun
thier wings told the snow,
"we will not fly, we will not run."

the frost cautioned, "winter is coming,
so you must go."
The geese complained, "We like the orchards
and the spice. We like the leaves."
the frost explained all that will die,
which convinced the geese to go
they said good-bye to all the plants
then were on thier way.