October Day

                                                                           

Ho, a chilly day!
Fall at her best
Summer’s been squeezed
Through a cider press.
On with your sweater
Come on—Let’s run
Till we’re finally warmed
By the autumn sun!
We’ll climb the pear tree
Gather them in
Baskets and buckets,
Boxes and bin.
Gather those pumpkins.
Carve us a “Jack”.
Cut golden sunflowers
Hang ‘em on the rack.
There’s soup for supper
With fresh hot bread.
Watch the orange moon rise
Then scurry off to bed.

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