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 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.