The Spearhead Of The Spring
In all this winter-weary world
What lifts the heart so high
As the sound of wild geese flying north
Against a starlit sky?
A warm south wind -- a cloudless night --
And suddenly far and near,
The beat of wings for Canada
Across a hemisphere!
Brave as a shower of bugle notes
You hear their questing call --
And the leader's answer, bold and deep,
Ringing over all!
Northward swinging through the night,
Flying wing to wing,
A thousand miles they launch their flight --
The Spearhead of the Spring!
~ Douglas Cary Wendell
From my mother's poetry notebook
In all this winter-weary world
What lifts the heart so high
As the sound of wild geese flying north
Against a starlit sky?
A warm south wind -- a cloudless night --
And suddenly far and near,
The beat of wings for Canada
Across a hemisphere!
Brave as a shower of bugle notes
You hear their questing call --
And the leader's answer, bold and deep,
Ringing over all!
Northward swinging through the night,
Flying wing to wing,
A thousand miles they launch their flight --
The Spearhead of the Spring!
~ Douglas Cary Wendell
From my mother's poetry notebook
