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


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

  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.