Question

4.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly-
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
a. Where will the wild geese fly to?
b. Did the geese enjoy the winter? How do you know?​

Answer 1

Answer:

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.

This poem is in the public domain.