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Autumn


Sunday, September 22, 2013



[not my picture . . . but what I'm seeing everywhere!]

A Vagabond Song
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.


William Bliss Carmen was a Fredericton New Brunswick poet born in 1861, just before Canadian Confederation.

This is the kind of poetry that every Canadian school child memorized in the 50s and 60s . . . and of course when my maple leaves are turning red and the wild asters in my garden are blooming, it all comes back to me!

I'll be at the golf course this afternoon -- swinging a club and listening to the Canada geese overhead as they practice their V formations for imminent departure south!

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Member Comments About This Blog Post:
DDOORN 9/24/2013 1:31PM

    They're definitely passing through already, the geese...time for some colorful, invigorating autumn bike rides...!

Don

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KANOE10 9/24/2013 7:38AM

    That was a lovely poem. I am ready for the colors of Autumn and the celebration of fall. Enjoy your golf!

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SLENDERELLA61 9/23/2013 9:41PM

    Enjoy your autumn golf! How great to enjoy nature and the outdoors and do something healthy for your spirit and body!1 -Marsha

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KALIGIRL 9/23/2013 11:31AM

    emoticon for sharing - a wonderful poem for my favorite time of year!

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BOOKAPHILE 9/23/2013 10:50AM

    You paint marvelous word pictures of the season yourself, Ellen! I enjoy fall. I'm so glad I live where there are four seasons!

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NANCY- 9/23/2013 7:25AM

    Love what touches our heart and mind. Memories of poems memorized warm us... but we forgot the arduous process required to commit it to memory. What a gift it is for the fruits of all that work to stay with us for our lifetime.

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PHOENIX1949 9/22/2013 10:54PM

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PHEBESS 9/22/2013 10:26PM

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Thank you for this moment of poetry!

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COCK-ROBIN 9/22/2013 3:58PM

    Beautiful!

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CRYSTALJEM 9/22/2013 3:07PM

    I guess that could be an example of something you may not have seen a value in learning as a child, but certainly brings you joy now, possibly on multiple levels; autumn, friends, school etc. beautiful.

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FIFIFRIZZLE 9/22/2013 2:21PM

    Beauty begetting beauty.

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ONEKIDSMOM 9/22/2013 10:44AM

    I guess there's a little of that in all of us: take advantage of what good weather remains, for soon enough we'll be huddled against the Winter. Store up your food to preserve for the long season when nothing is harvested! Hide those stores, oh, fellow Squirrels!

The seasons turn, and we Spark on!

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JOHNMARTINMILES 9/22/2013 10:38AM

    AH! Autumn, the wonderful season of brisk temperatures and clear skies.

Make today the gereatest day of your life

emoticon Until Tomorrow!

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