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
HI RM,
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty poem. Love Fall.
Hope you can see my site today, I love the way my waxed glittered leaves came out, now I must to lots more!!!!
NANCY JO
I have seen the last verse in the "Quote Garden" but did not know it was a song...it is lovely and discribes September to a Tee!
ReplyDelete:)
I too love the words. But never heard it sung.
ReplyDeleteAnd somehow, the words remind me of poetry by Emily Dickinson. Like below...
"THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?"
Mari-Nanci
What a beautiful poem!!! I love the words!!
ReplyDeleteI have now gone to private. Can you e-mail me your e-mail to ricterri@ameritech.net?
Take care,
Love,
Terri