Cale Young Rice

(1872-1943 / United States)

Old Age - Poem by Cale Young Rice

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.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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