Monday, October 1, 2012

Today's poem by George Cooper





October’s Party

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came.
The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples,
And leaves of every name.

The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses maple
In scarlet looked their best.

All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.

Then in the rustic hollow
At hide-and-seek they played;
The party closed at sundown
And everybody stayed.

Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."

George Cooper (1838-1927)

34 comments:

  1. Wonderful pictures. Thank you Nan.

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    1. It really is, isn't it. I like kids' poems. They often are deep, yet warm-hearted.

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  3. What a beautiful poem. I have just printed it out to read to my class tomorrow when we go on a little 'Autumn walk', collecting and identifying as we go. They may be little, but they love poetry (if you take the trouble to explain it I find).

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  4. Loved it all, Nan. October read the calendar today and came in all blustery. This was the perfect piece of poetry to fit my day. And as to you header . . . write a friend, you’ll be glad you did.

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    1. I do love that little poem. And I was so fond of the WPA poster that I had to use it for a week even though it doesn't take up the whole space. :<)

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  5. Nan, beautiful pictures
    The trees are just beginning to turn in my area.
    Love this poem...

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    1. It is a sweet poem, isn't it. Some of our leaves have already fallen off as you can see in one of the pictures.

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  6. What lovely pictures and the perfect poem to go with them - really grand.

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  7. I can "see" this poem in my rural area. It reminds me of the first autumn we lived here. When my neighbor saw me raking the oak leaves in the front yard, she told me not to bother because they would blow across the road and into the pasture. Sure enough, the next day was windy and off the leaves blew to the pasture across the road! :) I haven't raked leaves since.

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    1. I loved this story. And isn't just the truth. I rarely rake because it is windy here nearly all the time. :<)

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  8. Jean (formerly Anonymous)October 2, 2012 at 11:24:00 AM EDT

    Love the photos and the poem is perfect!

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    1. Thank you, and so glad you have a name now. :<)

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  9. My mother used to read this poem to me MANY years ago and I have always loved it. Loved the poem of pictures too. Not so pretty here in KS after a severe drought summer so glad you shared your color.
    Joyce

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    1. Isn't that wonderful! Thank you for telling me. And sorry about the dry summer.

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  10. Such a sweet poem - I've never seen it before. Your fall photos are always beautiful, Nan. This is my favorite time of year!

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    1. Thank you. I love the fall, too. I wish I could capture the beauty in photos, but I don't think anyone can. Even magazine pictures can't come close.

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  11. What a wonderful poem. It reflects my new blog wallpaper. I'd say more but I just thought of a letter I should write.

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    1. I just wrote one today! I'm so fond of that poster.

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  12. October is such a wonderful month, isn't it? What a lovely poem.

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    1. A lot happens around here. We begin with lots of color, and by the end of the month the leaves have all fallen.

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  13. Hey Nan - I love that you posted this poem as a follow up to a post about Green Day. No one can say you aren't eclectic. Well, they could say it, but they would be wrong. Weren't the leaves beautiful in the rain today?

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    1. Before I even saw your name, I knew you had written this. :<) Yup. Eclectic, that's me.
      They were beautiful, and how I wish I could really show how they look. Snow is easy. Green grass is easy. Flowers are easy. But fall leaves are impossible to capture on film.

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  14. I think you captured the leaves and the sense of autumn perfectly, beautful photographs, and a lovely 'old fashioned' poem, with metre and rhymes etc

    Carole (spelling not my strong point, can't remember whether it is meter or meter!!)

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    1. It is a dear, sweet old poem, isn't it. I looked it up:
      meter, US
      metre, UK

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