Friday, September 16, 2011

It's September


It's September
by Edgar Guest 

It's September! It's the fullness and the ripeness
of the year;
All the work of earth is finished, or the final
tasks are near,
But there is no doleful wailing; every living
thing that grows,
For the end that is approaching wears the
finest garb it knows.
And I pray that I may proudly hold my head
up high and smile
When I come to my September in the golden
afterwhile.


2 comments:

  1. Is that your backyard? And are those animals or hay bails?

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  2. No, it's not our backyard, but it is our neighborhood. They are the small hay bails--the kind you never see anymore. Very nostalgic.

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