DYK- September Days Are Here
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DYK- September Days Are Here
| Thu, 09-01-2011 - 8:56am |
Helen Hunt Jackson- September Poem
The goldenrod 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 brookside
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.


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dyk gotta say, I am glad for all the things we shared that day -- it was NOT your evil respiratory thing
dyk I thought you seemed surprised when he first started darting all around town.... but I didnb't want to say anything -- no breaking the mojo!! I just embraced it!
dyk it was so much fun. I smile all the time thinking about all the places he took us!!!
dyk wow I sound like a John groupie -- but there was NO WAY we could have seen 1/3 of what we got in without him tour guiding like he did
dyk I wanted to go today, but of course, they were totally booked
dyk seems ridicuolus to wheeze for 10 days
dyk it really is such fun taking people around SF, but your enthusiasm was just infectuous
dyk oh, and I am a John groupie too
dyk :)
dyk is anyone around you sick? (in the physically ill sense of course)
dyk I blame my little cousin Nate. He likes to share stuff he gets in day care with me.
dyk and I got THIS to go under the peachy button up -- I can wear peach well. ;-)
dyk Nate was a little sick, but nothing like this
dyk if (when) you come back, we will make time for shopping
dyk and now you know why my sex life rocks.
dyk hahahahahaha
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