"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made..." Romans 1:20, NIV
The goldenrod is yellow
The corn is turning brown
The trees in apple orchard
are bending to the ground...
You can't just stop a poem like that! It feels as though there must be more. I loved it.
It's not my poem... It's one I learned in school about 50 years ago, but apparently not well enough. I can only ever remember the first four lines - and I want to recite it again every single September when I see the corn begiining to turn like in this photo.I looked the poem up on the Internet (whatever did we do before computers?) and here it is now...SeptemberThe goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown;The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.The gentian's bluest fringesAre curing in the sun;In dusty pods the milkweedIts hidden silk has spun.The sedges haunt their harvest,In every meadow's nook;And asters by the brooksideMake asters in the brook.From dewy lanes at morningThe grapes' sweet odore rise;At noon the roads all flutterWith yellow butterflies.By all those lovely tokensSeptember days are here,With summer's best of weather,And autumn's best of cheer.Helen Hunt Jackson
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