Friday, September 28, 2007

The Rest of the Song


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.


  1. HI RM,
    What 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!!!!

  2. I have seen the last verse in the "Quote Garden" but did not know it was a is lovely and discribes September to a Tee!

  3. I too love the words. But never heard it sung.

    And 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?"


  4. What a beautiful poem!!! I love the words!!

    I have now gone to private. Can you e-mail me your e-mail to

    Take care,