Field – Lady Book Dragon

If Once You Have Slept on an Island If once you have slept on an island You'll never be quite the same; You may look as you looked the day before And go by the same old name. You may bustle about in street and shop; You may sit at home and sew, But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls Wherever your feet may go. You may chat with the neighbours of this and that And close to your fire keep, But you'll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell And tides beat through your sleep. Oh, you won't know why, and you can't say how Such change upon you came, But once you have slept on an island, You'll never be quite the same! Rachel Field

Well the weather is starting to upset me, I want it to be summer again. I really dislike getting up in the morning and it is dark and coming home from work in the dark and when the clocks go back at the end of October it will be even worse.

So todays poem is about migrating birds. I must admit I am rather envious of the Wild Geese following the sun.

Something Told the Wild Geese

Something told the wild geese

It was 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 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.

Rachel Field

Happy reading.

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Friday Poetry: Rachel Field

Friday Poetry: Rachel Field