Tuesday, March 31, 2009

A nod to poet Rachel Field

Cape Cod Weather Today: Overcast and 37 degrees. The weatherman promised sunny and mid-50s. Did he only mean Boston? I need a real Cape Cod weatherman, who'll pay attention in the off-season, too...

The wild geese are returning.

Though the fields of sea grass may still be golden, the wind is whispering "spring."


Looking forward to a day of yardwork. If and when the sun comes out.


  1. (we had to memorize this in 7th grade English for Mrs. Maldonado. Somehow it sticks with you...)

    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 orchard steamed with amber spice
    But each wild breast stiffened at remember "ice".

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

  2. I do not remember that at all.....

  3. It stuck in my mind for some reason. I also can recite most of the poem she made us learn that year which starts, "Abu Ben Adam, may his tribe increase, Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace..." and I remember Sean Maguire performing it in the front of the classroom like Elvis Presley singing Blue Suede Shoes...


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