September

I first heard the poem "September" by Helen Hunt Jackson when I was in first grade.  I love these first 4 lines and they are the only ones I remember.

The golden-rod is yellow

The corn is turning brown

The trees in apple orchards

with fruit are bending down

 By all these lovely tokens 
 September days are here,
       With summer's best of weather,

 And autumn's best of cheer.

September my favorite month and it's almost gone

 You can read the whole poem here

Leaving you with a sunset on the prairie.

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Skywatch Friday

Thanks for stopping  by.  Have a wonderful day and I'll see you next time.

Barb

September

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.

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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