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Sweet September Days
George W. Doneghy


There's a something in the atmosphere, in sweet September days,
That mantles all the landscape with its languid, dreamy haze;
And you see the leaves a-dropping, in a lazy kind of way,
Where the maple trees are standing in their Summer-time array.


There's a yellowish tinge a-creeping over Nature's emerald sheen,
And the cattle stand, half-sleeping, in the middle of the stream
Where the glassy pool is shaded by the overhanging limb,
And the pebbly bottom's glinting where the silvery minnows swim.

The tasseled corn is nodding, and the crow on drowsy wing
Is sailing o'er the orchard where the ripening apples swing,
And the fleecy clouds are floating in the azure of the sky,
And the gentle breeze is sighing as it's idly wafted by.


The cantaloupes are ripening in their yellow golden rinds;
And the melons, round and juicy, are a-clinging to the vines;
And the merry, laughing children, in their happy hour of play,
Are a-romping in the meadow and a-sliding down the hay.


The busy bees are buzzing where the grapes with purple blush,
And the hanging bunches tempting with their weight the arbor crush,
And the blue jays are a-wrangling in the wood across the road,
Where the hickory boughs are bending 'neath an extra heavy load.


Let your poets keep a-singing about the Springtime gay,
And the blossoms and the flowers in the merry month of May—
But the early Autumn splendor, with its sweet September days,
Eclipses boasted Springtime in a thousand kind of ways!

This poem is in the public domain.


George W. Doneghy (1848 - 1917) was a Kentucky poet whose work was widely published in newspapers and magazines during his lifetime. He was the author of at least one book, The Old Hanging Fork and Other Verses (1897). In 1901, George was working as associate editor at the Tri-Weekly Kentucky Advocate in Danville.




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I like it but it feels too much like it could be a Dire Straits song.
Posted 09/27/2019 05:53 AM
michael escoubas:
Wonderful post, Jayne. This is a clinic in rhythm, color, visual, cadence and end-rhyme--and that's just for starters! Thank you and thanks to Mr. Doneghy.
Posted 09/26/2019 09:29 AM
Larry Schug:
What an illustration of where society once was. Most folks today, living in cities, are completely unfamiliar with this pastoral world most of us came from.
Posted 09/26/2019 07:30 AM

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