A celebration of September from Harold Campbell "Hal" Mason's Three Things Only... (Toronto: Thomas Nelson, 1953). Much cheerier than his 'March, 1918' and 'Easter, 1942'.
SEPTEMBER
Let others sing of May and June —To me it doth appearSeptember is the finest monthOf all the rolling year.September days are warm and brightAs children trudge to school,And weary folk may sleep at night —September nights are cool.
She borrows from all seasons,She lends upon them all,Prolongs the spring and summerAnd draws them into fall,Prepares the way for winterAnd yet delays him, too —September, ah, September,I vote, both hands, for you!
Now by the reddening apple,Now by the ripening corn,By every cheerful pulletThat crackles in the morn,By harvest safely gathered,By fields no longer sere,September is the finest monthIn all the rolling year!
Brian, thank you for sharing this. I love to read, but hardly ever poetry. The poem really does capture the essence of September. Perhaps I’m partial to the month as well!
ReplyDeleteMy favourite month, Anon!
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