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.

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