Beech Leaves
In autumn down the beechwood path
The leaves lie thick upon the ground.
It's there I love to kick my way
And hear their crisp and crashing sound.
I am a giant, and my steps
Echo and thunder to the sky.
How the small creatures of the woods
Must quake and cower as I pass by!
This brave and merry noise I make
In the summer also when I stride
Down to the shining, pebbly sea
And kick the frothing waves aside.
~*~*~James Reeves~*~*~
Something Told The Wild Geese
Something told the wild geese
It is time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, 'Snow!'
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries lustre-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 is time to fly --
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
~*~*~Rachel Field~*~*~
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