It's September Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEBB FFDDGG HHIIJJ| It's September and the orchards are afire with red and gold | A |
| And the nights with dew are heavy and the morning's sharp with cold | A |
| Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red | B |
| And the good old fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed | B |
| Once again in shoes and stockings are the children's little feet | C |
| And the dog now does his snoozing on the bright side of the street | C |
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| It's September and the cornstalks are as high as they will go | D |
| And the red cheeks of the apples everywhere begin to show | D |
| Now the supper's scarcely over ere the darkness settles down | E |
| And the moon looms big and yellow at the edges of the town | E |
| Oh it's good to see the children when their little prayers are said | B |
| Duck beneath the patchwork covers when they tumble into bed | B |
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| It's September and a calmness and a sweetness seem to fall | F |
| Over everything that's living just as though it hears the call | F |
| Of Old Winter trudging slowly with his pack of ice and snow | D |
| In the distance over yonder and it somehow seems as though | D |
| Every tiny little blossom wants to look its very best | G |
| When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest | G |
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| It's September It's the fullness and the ripeness of the year | H |
| All the work of earth is finished or the final tasks are near | H |
| But there is no doleful wailing every living thing that grows | I |
| For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows | I |
| And I pray that I may proudly hold my head up high and smile | J |
| When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile | J |
Edgar Albert Guest
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