Friday, October 17, 2008

a poem

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow, The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners, And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow, At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown, And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder; They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended In jolly "hands around."

-George Cooper

8 comments:

Moriah said...

I like that poem!

Ashley said...

Me too. :-) I put it in my first SY newsletter. *Sigh* I really, really need to get just one out before the year is up.

Angela said...

I remember that from your newsletter. Beautiful!

Moriah said...

Yes! I miss the news letter's!

Laurie M. said...

That poem makes me smile. Thanks.

Emmy said...

heehee! You sent me that "pome" a couple years ago!

Emmy said...

Sashy, Emma is your real-life friend.

Ashley said...

Yes, I know. I wasn't done you know. :-) I am still messing around with the layout and stuff.