It isn't fall yet, but I want to print a poem that I include most every year. Perhaps it says more this year than any other, because it marks my last column for the NEOSHO DAILY NEWS.

"Editor's Note: We appreciate Kay and Russell's many contributions over the years. They have been valued members of the Daily's team and we wish them the best in their future endeavors."

 

It isn't fall yet, but I want to print a poem that I include most every year. Perhaps it says more this year than any other, because it marks my last column for the NEOSHO DAILY NEWS.

 

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 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.

 

It has been a joy for Russell and me to serve you all these years, and we will miss everyone. Just remember, we are not going anywhere, so we will see you now and then as we have always done.

But, like the poem says, "Something told the wild geese it was time to fly."

Kay Hively has written a column for the NDN. This is her final column.