A MESSAGE 



Irene Pomeroy Shields 



North ! To the North — all the robins are hieing, 



Wild geese and bluebirds proclaiming the spring, 

 Down by the brook catkin banners are flying, 



Phoebe and blue jay attempting to sing. 

 Stirs the sweet sap in the veins of the maple, 



Heart of the crocus is showing its gold, 

 Soon blossoms will bourgeon on cherry and apple, 



Sweet secrets of nature in spring time unfold. 



North ! To the North — all the south winds are blowing, 



Bearing Love's message to bird and to bee, 

 Loosing the fetters that binds the brook's flowing, 



Waking the dormant and setting life free. 

 Heart ! Wilt thou heed what the wild things are saying ? 



Then haste to the lake bordered land of the pine, 

 Soul shall meet soul and forever go straying, 



Through daisy strewn fields of eternal spring time. 



