September
by
kknetitii
Last updated 5 years ago
Discipline:
Language Arts Subject:
Literature
Grade:
5


The golden rod is yellow;The corn is turning brown;The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
September
by Helen Hunt Jackson
The gintean'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 brook-side Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise;At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here,With summer's best of weather,And autumn's best of cheer.
But none of all this beautyWhich floods the earth and airIs unto me the secretWhich makes September fair.
'T is a thing which I remember;To name it thrills me yet: One day of one SeptemberI never can forget.
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