"Gray geese come honking from the North" ... but led By some gray gander, schooled by other flights; The storm may rage and buffet, but his head Is clear and cool in all those wind-swept heights. When but a fledgling, following other lead And listening to the trumpet call that came, He learned obedience, trust, unfaltering heed Of that clear voice, regardless of the tame And sheltered ducks in many a pond and lake Who honked an invitation to their reeds. And now he is a leader, for whose sake A newer generation dares great deeds. There was a first migration. ... by the Sea A Voice once spake in far off Galilee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD RESPECTABILITY by ROBERT BROWNING OUR LADY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |