September tip-toed in last night,
Summer soon will end,
The children are back in school,
Joking with their friends.
Vacation time is over,
Work is the name of the game,
But what wonderful memories,
We will later proclaim.
September is a lovely time of year,
And in her pastel shaded dress,
She dances on cooler breezes,
Each hill and valley to caress.
It's the beginning of the harvest,
Where the corn and taters grow,
Fields of grain and apple trees
And the cawing of the crow.
Sumac and golden rod a''blooming
In meadowlands every where,
With purple asters, and buttercups
A meld of rich colors rare.
An occasional foggy morning,
Or a misty afternoon,
With it's mild breezes,
Dancing to September's tune.
O Lord, Of the Universe,
I thank you for this time of year,
As we work our way toward winter,
With friends and family dear.
September is delightfully different,
She leaves us with a smile,
To await her return next year,
To visit us again for awhile.
~ Eva May Young ~
It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit. Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments. May God richly bless you. Send emails to: EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net
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