Autumn Poem

What a beautiful day it was today! Mother nature does the best metamorphosis with her changing of seasons. Every autumn I recall this poem we had to memorize and recite when I was in second grade. Granted I had to research it since I could not remember the whole thing.

I am sharing with you the poem and scenes from Gettysburg dressed in her finest autumn dress. ENJOY!

COME LITTLE LEAVES

by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves" said the wind one day,

"Come over the meadows with me, and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold;

Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,

Down they came fluttering, one and all;

Over the brown fields they danced and flew,

Singing the soft little songs they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long;

Little brook, sing us your farewell song-

Say you're sorry to see us go;

Ah! you are sorry, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,

Mother will keep you from harm and cold;

Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade;

Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went;

Winter had called them and they were content-

Soon fast asleep in their earthly beds,

The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

Joining Seasonal Saturday at la bella vita.

Also joining Between Naps on the Porch for Met Monday.