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.

Linking to Madge's Rurality Blog Hop #33

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Skywatch Friday

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

Barb