SEPTEMBER.
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards,
With fruit are bending down
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed,
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brookside,
Make asters in the brook.
From dewey lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odor rise;
At noon the roads all flutter,
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here;
With summers' best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson
I looked around the Internet until I found the rest of the words to the little September song~a song that must be sung quickly as September is almost over!
I love the words, but have never heard this little children's song. Have any of you?
Have a great day.
R~Mary