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It's so long since I picked I almost forget How we used to pick berries: we took one look round, Then sank out of sight like trolls underground, And saw nothing more of each other, or heard, Unless when you said I was keeping a bird Away from its nest, and I said it was you. I lifted a shout Too loud for the distance you were, it turned out, For when you made answer, your voice was as low As talking--you stood up beside me, you know.

They'll be there to-morrow, or even to-night. They won't be too friendly--they may be polite-- To people they look on as having no right To pick where they're picking. But we won't complain. You ought to have seen how it looked in the rain, The fruit mixed with water in layers of leaves, Like two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves. When the Frost is on the Pumpkin - James Whitcomb Riley When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock, And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best, With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, As he leaves the house, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees, And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees; But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days Is a pitcur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; The stubble in the furries --kindo' lonesome-like, but still A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed; The hosses in theyr stalls below -- the clover overhead! O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

Then your apples all is getherd, and the ones a feller keeps Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yeller heaps; And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage, too! I don't know how to tell it -- but ef sich a thing could be As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me I'd want to 'commondate 'em -- all the whole-indurin' flock -- When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

And some weather lore poems or sayings which pretty much are poems September blow soft. Till the fruit's in the loft. Morris Wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old with the angel. All silent the song of the thrush, Bewildered she cowers in the dale ; The blackbird sits lone on the bush The fall of the leaf they bewail. Oh, thanks Mary!!!! We are having fun with our Weather Lore copywork for our Weather Scrapbooks, and one of the things I wanted to do was get some more Autumn phrases together!!!! My children are still too small to be memorizing, but they still love poetry, so here's one that I've been reading as part of our morning basket all month: September by Helen Hunt Jackson 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 dusky 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. And a few autumn favorites I'll be adding in this week: A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood -- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Where are the songs of Spring?

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Ay, where are they? Dave's wife, mom to Mrs. I was looking for "Sing-Song" by Christina Rossetti, recommended in "Little Saints" preschool curriculum and found that you can download the pdf from. Fly away, fly away over the sea, Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done; Come again, come again, come back to me, Bringing the summer and bringing the sun. If hope grew on a bush, And joy grew on a tree, What a nosegay for the plucking There would be! But oh! The wind has such a rainy sound Moaning through the town, The sea has such a windy sound, Will the ships go down? The apples in the orchard Tumble from their tree.

For late fall: O wind, why do you never rest, Wandering, whistling to and fro, Bringing rain out of the west, From the dim north bringing snow? Baby boy due For the younger crowd, we love "Windy Nights" by Robert Louis Stevenson: Whenever the moon and the stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about? Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he.

By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again. The "man" is, of course, the sound of the autumn wind blowing through the trees. I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! Be thou me, impetuous one! Often, in times of trial or stress, I have meditated with profit on that last line: "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

I'm late getting my seasonal poems posted, but I love doing this so The pattering feet of raindrops are astir In pine-land aisles and resinous glens of fir, And dance across the harbor till afar, Beyond the restless moaning of the bar, They croon in harmony With all the harp-like voices of the sea.

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The cloud is swift in passing - in an hour The sun is shining on the parting shower Athwart the flaming maples; and the cup Of long glistening valley is brimmed up With wine of airy mist, Purple and silver and faint amethyst. The wind from many a wild untrodden bourne Comes sweet with breath of drenched and tangled fern To croon in minstrel grasses; where it stirs The goldenrod its kingly vesture wears; Meadow and wood and plain Have caught the benediction of the rain! When Autumn Comes by Lucy Maud Montgomery The city is around us, and the clamor of the mart: Its grip is on our pulses, and its clutch upon our heart.

We cannot hear the music of the olden dreams and days: We have no time to tread in thought the sweet forgotten ways. But when the tang of autumn air sweeps up the breathless street, With sudden hint of reddening leaves and garnered fields of wheat, Of golden lights on pastures wide and shadows in the glen, Our souls thrill with the yearning wish to be at home again.

Out there the misty sea laps glad on crisp and windy sands; Out there the smoke-blue asters blow on breezy meadow lands; Out there the joyous marigolds in marsh and swamp are bright - Despite the breath of chilly morn and nip of frosty night. The air is ripe and pungent, and the sky is free from stain; The fallen leaves are whispering in many a woodland lane; And O to roam upon the hills when all the west is red, When the moon rises from the sea and stars shine overhead! The elm a lovely lady is, In shimmering robes of gold, That catch the sunlight when she moves, And glisten, fold on fold.

The sumac is a gypsy queen, Who flaunts in crimson dressed, And wild along the roadside runs, Red blossoms in her breast. And towering high above the wood, All in his purple cloak, A monarch in his splendor is The proud and princely oak. Whirly, twirly, Round and round, Down he scampers To the ground. Furly, curly, What a tail! Tall as a feather, Broad as a sail! Where's his supper? In the shell, Snap, cracky, Out it fell. Bumping because I was looking at the lovely spring poems here. Any other favorites to add? Love, Angie Mc Maimeo to Henry! I remember this from a book of poems when I was little..

Who Has Seen the Wind Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing thro' Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by. I'm so glad you bumped because I was just getting our spring poems together and I was thinking of this thread! Some of these are for copywork and some are for memorizing Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree - I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.

Redmond Willow branches whit'ning 'Neath the April skies; Sodden meadows bright'ning, Where the warm sun lies, Robin Red-breast swinging, In a tree-top high, Swollen brooklets singing - Easter draweth nigh! Tender fledgelings hushing Eager to take wing; Trees and hedges flushing With the joy of spring. Jordan Oh! And they've whispered it long to the weak and the strong, The rich and the poor among men; Each Easter day till time dies away They will tell the tale again.

The kids like to pick them up and toss them in the air The Flower by Mary Mapes Dodge There's a wedding in the orchard, dear, I know it by the flowers; They're wreathed on every bough and branch Or falling down in showers. From The Poetry of Lucy Maud Montgomery Buttercups Sarah and I chose this one because the horse she rides is allergic to buttercups and she wanted to recite it to him Bright, bright, As fallen flakes of light, They nod In time to every breeze That chases shadows swiftly lost Amid those grassy seas.

See, what a golden frenzy flies Through the light-hearted flowers! In mimic fear they flutter now; Each fairy blossom cowers. Then up, then up, Each shakes its yellow cup And nods In careless grace once more - A very flood of sunshine seems Across the marsh to pour. Does anyone have any new Autumnal poems to add?

We're all working on: November by Alice Cary The leaves are fading and falling; The winds are rough and wild; The birds have ceased their calling-- But let me tell you, my child, Though day by day, as it closes, Doth darker and colder grow, The roots of the bright red roses Will keep alive in the snow.

And when the winter is over, The boughs will get new leaves, The quail come back to the clover, And the swallow back to the eaves. The robin will wear on his bosom A vest that is bright and new, And the loveliest wayside blossom Will shine with the sun and dew.

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The leaves today are whirling; The brooks are all dry and dumb-- But let me tell you, my darling, The spring will be sure to come. There must be rough, cold weather, And winds and rains so wild; Not all good things together Come to us here, my child. So, when some dear joy loses Its beauteous summer glow, Think how the roots of the roses Are kept alive in the snow. Thy heart is made glad by our praying; Thy bounty is generous and wise; Thy hands are enriched for conveying What God's tender Mercy supplies.


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We kneel at thy shrines in the churches; Oh, gently look down from above, And welcome the heart that then searches For worthy expressions of love. Let others present precious caskets Of gems, or heap altars with gold; Slight prayer-beads shall serve us for baskets To bring thee the garland they hold. With violets lowly we fashion This wreath, and with these are combined Red roses--our faith in the Passion With Chastity's lilies entwined. Our minds, as the mysteries vary, Are active; our hands play their part; And always thy name, Holy Mary, Oft-uttered, rejoices the heart.

Be with us; we trust thee to guide us Through life, and when laboring breath At the last seeks thine aid, be beside us To help at the hour of our death. Robert, Cyril. Our Lady's Praise in Poetry. Poughkeepsie, New York: Marist Press, Oh, beautiful land of freedom born, I've come across the sea To reap your fruits and build my home, And make my people free.

Thanksgiving The year has turned its circle, The seasons come and go. The harvest all is gathered in And chilly north winds blow. In among the shadows She spins till close of day, Then quietly she folds her hands And puts her work away. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. The oak is aglow With a warm, crimson blush; The maple leaves show A deep purple flush.

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The elm tree with bold Yellow patches is bright, And with pale gleaming gold The beech seems alight. The big chestnut trees Are all russet and brown, And everywhere leaves One by one flutter down. And all the leaves seem To be dressed up so gay, That it seems like a dream In the garden today. Oh, nice ones, Suzanne. Jen, I didn't see your post until now. That rosary poem is great for the older student. So, here is my contribution thinking of Thanksgiving. This one always made me laugh. It ricocheted into a corner and burst with a deafening boom, then splattered all over the kitchen, completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows, it totally coated the floor, there was turkey attached to the ceiling, where there'd never been turkey before. It blanketed every appliance, It smeared every saucer and bowl, there wasn't a way I could stop it, that turkey was out of control. I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure, and thought with chagrin as I mopped, that I'd never again stuff a turkey with popcorn that hadn't been popped. I love that Jack Prelutsky poem, Mary!!!

I'm glad you added it here!!! Suzanne, is your second poem by Emily Dickinson, also? Thanks for the link from another thread, Jen! What a gem this thread is. After Apple Picking by Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now.

Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. But it was pure magic the first time and perhaps even more fun the second time, sharing this one aloud with my own children. Lewis My mother read this to my brother and me at some point in grade school.

But we are both still holding out hope, as, I dare say, are many of you. More on Lewis further down the list. Definitely formative. I wanted to be Fern so badly, and then I got so angry with her for running off with a BOY and leaving Wilbur and Charlotte to fend for themselves at the fair. Well, that was just my childhood perception…a terrific book about a terrific pig. Frank Baum Again, thank you, Ms. You should stop whatever you are doing, and commence reading. There are literally dozens of books in this series that go WAY beyond Kansas.

But I think these are going to be our next read-alouds…at least a few of them, anyway. Makes for a great gift. As a child, I actually made quite a few of these dolls in the hopes that one would somehow spring to life. Still a lovely book, and the Newbery winner. We live now at least, for a little bit longer!

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After I read this book, I elected to cease this formerly idyllic past time during the spring flooding season. It was not to be. That poor man, and that poor lady. This poem is mixed up with Marty Robbins for me. But in a most satisfactory way — no sugar-coating here. Goodness wins and heads roll, and treasures are lost and recovered, but there is always growth. The names, plots and statuses may change from story to story, but the types remain the same: people who choose good are eventually rewarded, monsters and people who make bad choices are killed off or at least punished, and good wins out over evil.

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