Last night we heard a screech owl calling in its eerie tremolo from the woods behind our house. Yesterday we walked down to the old graveyard and admired the weathered and blackened antique headstones, with their often unusual and archaic names.
On the way home we picked pale green catalpa pods and scarlet sassafras leaves for autumn projects. The girls weaved and wove their way in and out of a rustling, labyrinthian cornfield .
Golden-lit evening walks along a dirt road include epic battles as war-hardened youngsters club each other with fuzzy cat tails and fence with phragmites. Curious mushrooms capture the imagination--ingredients for witch's brew, perfect perches for gnomes and elves.
In that spirit, Here is a vintage taste of autumn to share with you:
This poem is in the public domain.
Bonus Extras: This poem was also set to music. Olddesignshop.com has a picture of the sheet music from 1914 if your family likes to play an instrument or sing.
Should your family enjoy creating art, try painting your own autumn art cards, using a stanza of this poem for the card text. Colorful leaves, acorns and other trinkets from nature make fine subject matter.
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