September
by Helen Hunt Jackson
The golden-rod is yellow
The corn is turning brown
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
I learned this poem way back in grade school. We used to take field trips in the fall down to the river...about a mile from the school. On the way we would see the golden rod in the ditch and the corn in the fields. I always loved those trips.
That is as much of the poem as I can remember. But I always think of it in September.
A few more pictures of Fall.
Linking to Rural Thursday Blog Hop
I hope you are all having a good September so far. I am loving this cooler, drier weather. It helps my breathing.
Thanks for stopping. See you next time.
Barb
