"Tell Me a Story" by Robert Penn Warren
Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese goose northward.
I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them.
I did not know what happening in my heart.
It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.
The sound was passing northward.