Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood <br />By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard <br />The great geese hoot northward. <br /> <br />I could not see them, there being no moon <br />And the stars sparse.I heard them. <br /> <br />I did not know what was happening in my heart. <br /> <br />It was the season before the elderberry blooms, <br />Therefore they were going north. <br /> <br />The sound was passing northward.<br /><br />Robert Penn Warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-a-story/
