janbear
09-09-2009, 08:27 AM
Although I like September,
I feel a sadness, too,
As the summer days now dwindle
To just a precious few.
The corner play lot's empty
With a melancholy look;
The children have returned to school
With pencil, pad and book.
Songbirds are flying south again
Before the cold winds blow;
I marvel how our caring God
Tells them it's time to go.
The hills are tinged with red and gold,
Etched on Summer's green
And everywhere I look I see
A golden harvest scene.
A pumpkin in the garden patch
Lends a note of cheer,
Reminding us God sends bright gifts
Whatever time of year.
So I will greet September,
Put on my brightest shawl,
Be thankful for each season sent
As Summer turns to Fall.
Poet: Kay Hoffman
I feel a sadness, too,
As the summer days now dwindle
To just a precious few.
The corner play lot's empty
With a melancholy look;
The children have returned to school
With pencil, pad and book.
Songbirds are flying south again
Before the cold winds blow;
I marvel how our caring God
Tells them it's time to go.
The hills are tinged with red and gold,
Etched on Summer's green
And everywhere I look I see
A golden harvest scene.
A pumpkin in the garden patch
Lends a note of cheer,
Reminding us God sends bright gifts
Whatever time of year.
So I will greet September,
Put on my brightest shawl,
Be thankful for each season sent
As Summer turns to Fall.
Poet: Kay Hoffman