I have heard the wild geese,
I have seen the leaves fall,
There was frost last night
On the garden wall.
It is gone to-day
And I hear the wind call.
The wind? . . . That is all.
If the swallow will light
When the evening is near;
If the crane will not scream
Like a soul in fear;
I will think no more
Of the dying year,
And the wind, its seer.
Old Age
Cale Young Rice
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Poem topics: fear, light, night, evening, scream, soul, wild, frost, hear, wall, garden, year, Valentine's Day, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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