The goldenrod 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 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.
September
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Poem topics: autumn, september, summer, sun, weather, hidden, sweet, fruit, rise, brown, apple, morning, meadow, yellow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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PROF ANDY: IN GRADE SCHOOL,CIRCA 1940, WE SANG THIS POEM AS A SONG.
WEBSTER GRADE SCHOOL 1- 8, WESTMORELAND COUNTY, PA
I HAD FORGOTTEN ALL THE WORDS EXCEPT FOR "THE GENTIANS BLUEST FRINGES ARE CURLING IN THE SUN"
AND THEY WORKED IN TH SEARCH.
i STILL REMEMBER THE TUNE.
ANYBODY ELSE RELATE TO THAT?
Pamela Wolosky Casper: This is one of my favorite poems. I learned to recite it when I was a child in third grade, about 59 years ago. I have never forgotten this poem and love reciting it in autumn. My memories of my mother who was born in September are lovely. I fondly remember her helping me to learn how to recite this poem.
Mary Ann Myers : We had many of those poems in grade school and memorized them.
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