River Hiking Dry September

I am sharing a poem with you today that I must have read with my class when I was in third grade. I have always loved it and my imagination well capture by this line in particular: “In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun.” I don’t know why – was it the secret or the silk? Kids are funny. Adults are too but we forget…. kids have to remind us.


by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)

The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.

Isn’t that nice? What do you think? Leave a comment and let me know – I love to hear your thoughts and ideas.

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