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Friday, September 22, 2023

September By Henry Beer (Poem)

 


September

September days are here at last,
And soon the summer will be past;
September days are mild and fair,
A touch of fall is in the air.
And nature smiles at every hand
With fruit and corn throughout the land.
Beneath the silken husks we see
The golden corn protruding free.
Wild asters blossom by the way
And goldenrod in rich display.
The cockscomb and the marigold
Through mild September days unfold.
The children back to school will turn
And there life's needed lessons learn.
Out in the orchard there one sees
The ripening fruit in apple trees;
The purple grapes, all clustered sweet,
Are a delicious fruit to eat.
It is on mild September days
Our hearts are filled with thanks and praise
To Him, who gives each month and day,
Whose honor we would seek always.


By Henry Beer
Page 139 in My Garden of Verse 

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