Classic Poem

Summer days an-ending,
Autumn coming on;
Trees with fruit a-bending
In orchard and in lawn.

Apples, soft and mellow,
In the sun to dry,
Pumpkins, striped and yellow,
Rip'ning in cornfield lie.

The bushy hawthorn's haws
Shine crimson in the wood;
Plentiful are paw-paws,
Luscious, sweet and good.

The shiny milk-weeds now
Unfold their silken hair,
Which flutters white as snow
In the balmy air.

The tall iron-weeds
In their purple glory nod;
On hill-side and in meadow
Blooms the golden-rod.

Vacation days are o'er,
With all their fun and noise;
Back at school for useful lore
Are the boys and girls.

Cloudless ever in the sky;
Hazy day and dewy night;
So September passes by,
A month of sweet delight.