Sunday, October 8, 2017

In a poetry mood

Harvest Home
by Arthur Guiterman
 
The maples flare among the spruces,
The bursting foxgrape spills it's juices,
The gentians lift their sapphire fringes
On roadways rich with golden tinges.
 
The waddling woodchucks fill their hampers,
The deer mouse runs, the chipmunk scampers,
The squirrels scurry, never stopping,
For all they hear is apples dropping.
 
And walnuts plumping fast and faster;
The bee weighs down the purple aster--
Yes, hive your honey, little hummer,
The woods are waving, "Farewell, Summer."
 
 
 
 
 
 


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